This Summer

CHAPTER TWENTY SEVEN

CHAPTER TWENTY SEVEN

I went to grab the phone.

“No, tell him she’s not in.” Blaine said all at once.

I turned to face him. “No, I can deal with this by myself.”

“Thanks Hank.” I took the phone from him. “What do you want?” I tried to make my voice as icy as possible.

I heard his arrogant laugh from down the phone, the laugh I once idolised now seems like a distant poisonous cackle. “Just to see that pretty little face of yours.”

“Fine.”

“Fine?” He repeated me with question.

“Yes, after my sister’s wedding.”

“Perfect, can’t wait.”

“Well I can.” And before he could say more I hung up and slammed the phone into Blaine’s chest. “I better get going.”

I walked out slamming the door, shoving the cheque into my handbag and climbed into my car. I text the photographer to see if she was on her way back to the house to take photos of Ashley seeing her dress for the first time she soon replied saying he was ten minutes away. I just had enough time to pick up Ashley’s perfume; she had designed personally for her wedding, and make it back in time.

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I pulled up the house as the photographer was unloading her car.

“Hey.” I introduced myself, “I’m Shawna the maid of honour do you need any help with unloading your car?”

“Oh hello, I’m Sara; I should be okay thank you.”

“Shawna this dress better be flawless.” Ashley said with her arms folded standing in the doorway.

“Yeah, it better or you’ll tear my hair out.” I laughed.

“Atlanta, Sydney, Mom, Pandora and Cara are in the drawing room.”

“Why are Pandora and Cara here?” I asked

“Pandora is going to be my flower girl and Cara has been looking after her today.”

“Oh right, that’s nice.” I walked into the house. “I’ll go and fetch the bridesmaid’s dresses and your dress.”

I walked up into the spare bedroom where all the wedding stuff was being stored and grabbed the three wedding dress bags and the dummy which I was going to put Ashley’s dress on and headed downstairs, when I walked into the drawing room I was met with smiling faces and a huge hug from Atlanta.

The whole room had been transformed into the hall of mirrors and two screens had been set up so that they could change into their dresses and the piano was pushed into the corner.

“Hey Lant.” I said cheerful

“You didn’t text me about Cannes.” She sulked.

“Oh, I’m sorry I completely forgot I’ve had so much on my plate, Chas will be at the wedding tomorrow I’ll ask her then.”

“Its fine just let me know because we’re going on a private jet and I need numbers.”

“I will, don’t worry, Hey Sydney.”

“Shawna you’re glowing.” She replied kissing me on the cheek.

“Glowing?” I frowned.

“You’re curvier since the last time I saw you and you’re hairs darker.”