Living a Lie

Busy, huh?

His sister, Haley, was very very excited about this marriage. She was the one who texted me, all 30 of those messages. And all about the same thing: the wedding.

Now don't get me wrong, I'm excited about marrying Jake, but we just got engaged two days ago. His family wants to have the marriage as soon as possible. I don't know why, but they want to have it within the next month. I'm not a marriage expert but that seems fast to me; then again, they probably just want to do it fast so Jake can become the pack's alpha. With Luke sick and all, we don't have much time.

Grabbing the phone I respond. 'What time do you want to meet?' Knowing she'll probably respond fast and say something along the lines of 'how about now' I start getting ready for the day.

She replies instantly saying, 'Does 9:00 work? I was thinking we could start at the coffee shop and then work from there.'

Looking at the message, I answer back agreeing that that works great. I get in the shower and when I come out I wonder what I should wear. I don't know if I'm supposed to wear something special since I'm doing wedding stuff. I end up putting a cream-colored turtle neck on with a cute black skirt, a light brown overcoat, and black boots. Living in Washington, it rains all the time, so this outfit seemed like the perfect choice.

I look in my floor-length mirror and stare. I look down at my boots and think of how small my feet are. I work my way up to my body and frown. I hate my body type. I feel like I look fat although everyone tells me I'm lucky. Haley always tells me I have an hourglass figure. That is what all the men want and I should be grateful for it. I just feel like I have wide hips and big boobs. Lastly, I look at my face. I've always been told my features were exotic-looking. I have dark black hair that runs down to my butt. I have cheekbones that show even without makeup and a perfect little nose. Light brown little freckles sprinkle my nose and cheeks, but most of all my big, bright blue eyes. They look striking as I look at them through the mirror. Little grey specks line the middle so when I'm in the sun, it almost looks like I have purple eyes. Jake's told me they're beautiful ever since I met him, he says when we have kids he hopes they'll have my looks but especially my eyes.

I run downstairs not wanting to be late. I round the corner and see my mom in the kitchen. "Good morning Mom! How are you?" I ask as I walk in

"Just perfect! You look quite happy today, does it have anything to do with Mr. you know who?" My mom wiggles her eyebrows at me. I roll my eyes in answer.

"I'm meeting up with Haley at the coffee shop. See you later tonight." I tell her as I run through the door to my car. Our house is a 20-minute drive to Lowell. Funny enough that's also what our pack is: Lowell Pack. I get into my black Jeep Wrangler and make my way to town. The sky is cloudy and when it starts sprinkling I'm not surprised.

20 minutes later I pull up to the town's coffee shop. Haley adores coffee like she would die without it. I think it's bitter. I run into the shop and see Haley sitting in a little booth in the corner, coffee in hand. She hasn't seen me yet since she's looking out the window at the rain instead. I order a hot chocolate and walk over to the booth. "Looking for someone?" I ask as I sit down across from her.

"Oh good! You're here," she says as she pulls out a huge book, "We have a lot to do in a short amount of time." She opens the book and shows me pictures of cakes, wedding dresses, bridesmaid dresses, tuxedos, places, and anything you could think of. "So I was thinking we could go to the bakery first and get a cake you like, then go to the dress shop and get a perfect gown, Speaking of which, you need to pick all your bridesmaids so we can get them dresses. Oh! Then we need to go to the..." She keeps rambling about everywhere we need to go and what we need. I'm pretty sure she could plan this whole thing by herself but instead, I sit, listen, and drink my hot chocolate.

After a little bit when she's ready to go to the bakery, I ask, "Haley? Isn't Jake supposed to pick the cake with me?" She stops walking and looks at me as though I just insulted her.

"Jake is going to be the alpha soon. He needs to be ready for that. You know him anyway, he doesn't care about the cake. He has more important issues to deal with." She replies fast and starts walking outside. My heart breaks with what she just said. I know he's busy but why can't he make time for his wedding? Aren't I important? Isn't this wedding important? Even though I want to cry at the thought, I put a smile on and follow Haley outside.