Chapter 5: Disaster part 2
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It is the morning of my party. I'm still sitting in my bed and it is almost noon. I hear a soft knock on my door and I groan. I was hoping it was just Shayna, so I got up and answered it. Sure enough, I was right. She hands me a big cup of coffee and I love how she just knows how I like it. She asks, "What do you wanna do today?" I sit back on my bed and say, "Relax, but I doubt that is gonna be possible. I have to make sure everything is perfect." She laughs at me, shakes her head and says, " That is why I hired a party planner. I knew you could not resist helping and not relaxing."
I decided that I was going to have a good day, so I got in the shower and then got dressed. Shayna and I walked to the creek and just sat down for a few hours just basking in the sun and relaxing. I heard a few branches breaking, like someone was walking in the nearby forest, but I didn't react, I just sat there listening. Also, I thought it was patrol. After about three hours, Shayna and I went back into the pack house. As we were passing the kitchen, our stomachs growled. We smiled at each other and then got a snack. As we were eating, I was looking around and saw a few unfamiliar faces, so, I asked Shayna who they were. She replied with," The one with the long blonde hair is the party planner and the other is her assistant". I made an "O" face and went back to eating. The party planner then came over and introduced herself to us. She said her name was Pamela and her assistant was Samantha. I shook both of their hands and they then sat down discussing the plans. I loved everything she had set up so far. The flowers, the backyard, the ballroom. I mean, everything was just perfect.
It is now time for the party. All the guests have been checked in and I am waiting for my grand entrance. I heard the announcement of my arrival and started walking down the stairs and standing at the bottom were my brothers. They each extend an arm and I take them. They led me into the ballroom. I scanned the room and my eyes landed on Drew. I smile. The music starts playing and Cameron takes my hands,while Damien kisses me on my cheek,says happy birthday and walks away. Cameron and I start dancing and a few minutes later Damien steps in, then my father. After that, we sat down to dinner. The food was delicious. After dinner, the dancing continued. Drew asked first and we danced and danced for hours. It felt as if we were the only two in the room. All of a sudden, I felt chills run down my spine, and not good chills. I heard a voice say, "May I cut in?" We turned our heads to see a tall, dark-haired man standing there. Drew kissed my hand and then gave a glare at the man but just walked away. I was trying to be polite but I could feel bile rising in my throat. I reluctantly started dancing with this man. He said, " I am so glad I have finally got to meet the one chosen for me so long ago." I stared at him, but I couldn't bring myself to say anything. I linked my father,Shayna, and my brothers, letting them know whom I was dancing with. I looked over at Drew and I could see the anger in his eyes. Finally, the song ended and I was free of this man. He seriously gave me the creeps. He then proceeded to try to kiss me. I slapped him as hard as I could, then walked over to the bar and ordered a Jack and Coke. I just wanted to enjoy my party, but since that man is here I don't think I can. Drew walked over to me and asked if I was okay. I just scowled at him and sipped my drink. The party started to wind down, so my father said I needed to be at the front door to say bye to the guests.I obliged without hesitation. I met a few people from the south and they were very nice people and the ones I met from the north were stuck up and very full of themselves.The last person I had to speak with was none other than the one I despised. He went to kiss my hand and I pulled it away. He frowned but understood. After he finally left, I let out the breath I was holding and Drew wrapped his arms around me to calm me. I hated being near that guy.
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