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
I think it's safe to say I'm tired of parties by now. They've been happening too often lately, and they will continue to occur as long as Stef and Dylan find something worth celebrating. Today's occasion is a house warming party, which I thought was stupid considering Dylan moved into Stef's house, a house she's had for years now. But my comment was brushed aside as Stef got stars in her eyes at the thought of playing host again for another party.
I don't know how she still had so much energy after we spent last weekend partying for three days straight, and she worked a full week, but somehow she did it. I think it just further proved the point that teachers were capable of magical things because Stef was moving around effortlessly during a time where I'd be slumped onto the nearest comfortable surface half-asleep.
On the bright side of things, it gave me a reason to get dressed up. Which is something I've been struggling with as of recently. I spent too long pushing everything away for the sake of pleasing others that when I got back from the bachelorette weekend, it all came tumbling out at once. Liana was asleep and Matthew had left, so neither of two was a witness to the breakdown that entailed tearing at my clothes and curling in my bed stark naked while crying. Charlie was there, though. Poor little guy.
Since then, I've been back to work but I've been moving more like a zombie than a real living person. Everyone has noticed, I know they have, but nobody dared to say anything to me considering I was the type of person to keep my personal life out of work. I thought I liked that, but part of me just desperately wanted someone to ask if I was okay just so I'd have the confirmation that I'm not as invisible as I feel like I am. They didn't though, so I was stuck in my rut.
It didn't help that I barely had time for myself now that Liana was back in the house. It was a hectic schedule of waking up, getting ready for work, taking Liana to school, going to work, leaving work, taking care of Charlie, then going back to pick up Liana, then tending to all her needs because I'm a fucking parent now. I know she's at an age where she's more than capable of taking care of herself, but that doesn't mean I'm going to let her. I moved her in to take care of her, and that's exactly what I was going to do.
So, maybe I set myself up for my constant exhausted state, but at least I got to escape every once in a while when Stef did stuff like throwing a house warming party.
That is until a serpent slithered into the kitchen, where I was nursing my glass of wine. My eyes narrow as Natalie steps in, her hair pin-straight and heels clicking against the tile of the floor. Her overly sweet smile makes me nauseous, and if we weren't in a crowded house where people could easily haul me off her if I launched myself at her, I would have started a fistfight right in the kitchen. When I say I hate Natalie, I mean it. She was technically Stef's archnemesis in high school, but that didn't stop Natalie from swiping her claws at me whenever she got the chance. And Stef may have forgiven her, but I was already going through enough shit in high school that I didn't need Natalie's added malice, so I will not be forgiving so easily.
