WHY DO YOU LOVE ME.
When Reina accepted the role of maid-of-honor
for her best friend's wedding, she was thinking
of one thing; her best friend's happiness.
But in the midst of planning the best night of her friend's life, she runs into a problem...
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REINA'S POV
Another day, another wedding thing to plan.
Today is another venue visit, hopefully, the final one considering its winter and the wedding is in fucking spring. Leave it to Stef and Dylan to plan their wedding like it's a random dinner party. I would have had my venue picked out like a year in advance but to each their own.
Today's venue isn't nearly as grand as the first one we visited, but much better than the others we've visited. I mean, one of the venues Stef took us to was a warehouse. Which, you know what, fine, I would get it if you hung some string lights and tapestries, but she wasn't planning on doing that. She called it the stripped back look; which was the idea that because her venue was so damn ugly, she'd look even prettier in comparison. Dumbest logic I've ever heard, and I was sure to tell her that, which she took great offense to before eventually agreeing.
It concerns me that this woman is teaching little kids.
But pulling up to this venue, I can tell it's much better than the others. Good enough to be a keeper, might I add.
"Damn," I breath out. "You think this was someone's house once?" It looked like one of those colonial houses that you see racist people live in in the movies. "Or is that just wishful thinking on my part?"
"Actually, a novelist once lived here." I turn to the voice, smiling pleasantly at the woman approaching us with a clipboard in her arms. I think it's safe to assume she's the one giving us a tour. "He designed the structure after the one in his book, it's a tale about ghosts and a woman living in a home inherited from her late father. Quite fascinating, but I don't recommend reading it if you don't want to connect the book place to the venue." She extends her hand out to me then, matching my smile. "Theresa, but call me Tessa. You are?"
"Reina," I introduce myself, shaking her hand.
To my surprise, Tessa's eyes light up. "Oh, the bride!" My heart drops to my stomach, and I can see Stef whacking Dylan's arm. Of course, Dylan made this appointment. "Where's the groom? Or fellow bride?"
Kudos to you for being inclusive, Tessa.
I muster up the best smile I can, despite my desire to strangle the male behind me giggling like a child. "Not here, yet. He's always late."
Tessa nods understandingly, and she shifts her attention to Stef and Dylan. I whirl around to face them as well, Tessa's back is to me thankfully so she misses the obscene gestures I make at Dylan from behind her. I want to wring his neck, there's no denying that. I can't wait till we leave this tour so I can run him over with my car.
I lower my hands back to my side just in time, as Tessa turns around at the sound of a car pulling into the lot. I don't pay it any mind, glaring at Dylan, who sticks his tongue out at me. God, Stef must really love her job considering even the man she's marrying is a child. While Tessa eyes the car pulling in, I make my way over to Dylan, practically yanking him out of Stef's grip and taking him a few feet away.
