AMY
I went downstairs just as Pete left my room to go see the reason my Dad needed me. The house now smelled of cake, the exact one we had gotten from the cake shop hours ago.
“Dad, you called?” It was a question directed at my Dad, but instead Sandra answered.
“Yes, my love. He did. I wanted to ask a question.”
“Okay.” I didn't get the reasons why she was now calling me her love, but it’d be a bit of a hassle for me to say anything, so I let it go.
“Would you love to be my bridesmaid?” she asked me, her eyes filled with hope for this wedding as it always did. Yes, every bride was ecstatic about their wedding, but she must have been the first bride I have seen with so much energy and effort too. I glanced at Dad, who smiled at me, expecting a yes, and then at Pete, who was giving
