Margie:
Where are you?
I'm outside.
Are you awake?
Let me in, I have a massive hangover.
Ya!
Are you forgetting it's your wedding day?
Ya are you even here?
I jolt up from the sudden loud bang against the door. I let out a grunt as I push myself off of the floor and lazily stride towards the door. When I opened it, my senses come to full action as I dodge Margie's fist that was supposed to be intended for the door. In that split second, I snap out of the groggy trance.
"What- - -Are you trying to break the door down?" I look at her incredulously as she gets out of balance, stumbling into the room. I eye her with furrowed brows as I close the door.
"Oh thank God. I thought you weren't here. I got nervous there." She chuckles, straightening out the creases in her pants. She smiles at me but it immediately fades away.
"You look like hell! You look like you haven't slept." She reaches for my hand and pulls me towards the couch. She makes me sit, her hands brushing through my unkempt hair. I let out a breath and blow on the strands over my face. If anybody was in my position, I don't think they would be able to sleep too.
I basically spent the entire night thinking things through, if every single decision I made is worth it. I'm not entirely sure if it's right, but I'm a fool anyway. What do I know about what's right and what should be?
When another set of aggressive knocking comes at my door, I let out a grunt and storm towards it. My eyes grow wide in shock when I see my sister stride inside my room, dragging her suitcase behind her. She hurls her luggage away and turns to me with a semi-murderous look on her face, hands on either side of her waist.
"I haven't slept, I hate you." I let out a chuckle and walk over to her. She immediately engulfs me in a tight hug and squeezes the life out of me. She was way taller than me and was probably twice my size. She definitely got our dad's physique. I stifle my laugh as I feel the air in me run out.
"Okay, can't breathe." I tap her shoulder, a tight chuckle escaping my lips. When she lets go of me, I dramatically suck in a huge breath, making her laugh. She ruffles my hair before she turns to Margie and gives her an equally tight hug.
"Missed you, Gie." They share an amused laugh. Cat was always there to save our asses when we both went a little too overboard with the partying and the boys. When we needed a ride home after a drunken night out, she was there. When we were trying to get some obsessed guy out of our tails, she was the terminator. I mean, three Thai girls in a foreign country, of course, we had to stick up for each other.
"I didn't think I'd live to see the day you finally chill out." I chuckle.
"Yeah, she didn't exactly chill out." I eye Margie, remembering the massive party she threw last night for my so-called bachelorette party.
"And with twins! Too bad they don't look like you at all!" I throw my head back and laugh. Margie was already rolling her eyes, letting out an annoyed grunt. Cat looks at me and chuckles before she slumps down on my bed.
"What are you laughing at? You're not off the hook. You called me in to tell me the wedding is off, and then call me it's back on a day after. Good thing I was at a layover in Hong Kong from a business trip." Cat throws a pillow at me which I thankfully dodge.
"Wait, what?" Margie turns to me with an incredulous look on her face.
"No, you didn't." She slowly shakes her head, pointing a finger at me.
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