SEVEN
1216 Words
"Never let a fool kiss you, or a kiss fool you."
-Joey Adams
CHAPTER SEVEN: In which she chats with the spawn of Satan (and calls her soulmate)
I woke up with a jolt. What a nightmare... I-I was saying my v-vows... but thankfully, I woke up before the groom kissed me... and why was that insulting loser the groom? Oh right, he"s being shoved down your throat, and you"re not supposed to say or do anything about it.
I scratched my head as the door bursts open. My ten year old stepsister, Hailey, sashays in like she owns the place... which technically she does, but it"s still annoying.
"You have to take me to the new rollerblading place that just opened and I need to get my nails done... Miranda is having a sleepover and I can"t, I mean can"t show up with my pathetic excuse of nails," she said arrogantly, like I was a servant who had to do her bidding.
"Good morning to you too, Hailey." I grumbled.
"Hmm, your wig is crooked," she pointed. Ah crap! I was so exhausted I accidentally slept with my wig! That sounds so wrong... get your mind out of the gutter Liliana!
"Thanks for pointing that out, and I can"t today. We can go tomorrow," I promised.
Her lips started quivering and her eyes started getting watery, "Y-You"re such a bully! I want to go today!!"
"I said, not today! I have something important!" I growled through clenched teeth. This brat... now I remember why I didn"t want to visit for three months... I was hoping she could be a bit more mature for her age, but that hope went down the drain seeing her now.
She sniffed, "What could be more important than my manicure?" And she started the most annoying thing kids could do... cry. Oh my goodness no please stop this screeching I can"t handle it please God, Allah, Buddha, Jesus, SATAN, ANYONE!!! Why I gotta strangle that pretty little neck of hers and then-NO Liliana, BAD LILIANA. Stay calm. Count to ten and it"ll be fine.
I took a deep breath and blurted out, "I"m going on a date!" And suddenly, a miracle happened. Like a lightbulb had been switched. I could mentally hear angels singing Hallelujah in the background... She stopped crying.
She placed a hand on her hip, her charm bracelet tinkling with the sound of her charms clashing. "A date? Wow, I"d never thought even a psychopath hobo like you could score love in this world..."
"Ha. Very funny... so funny I can"t bring myself to laugh," I said sarcastically.
"Anyways as your stylist, I"ll have to burden myself to get you ready." When did we establish for her to be my new stylist?
"So, we will have to start with choosing a color... I was thinking something along baby pink and electric pink. What do you think? She asked looking at me with her doe-like hazel eyes.
Oh hell no. Pink? Why doesn"t she add in a tutu while we"re at it...
"Anything but pink!" I begged.
She sighed, flipping her strawberry blonde hair. "Fine. You"re lucky I like other colors."
"So does that mean you"re not wearing frill, either?" She added.
"Absolutely not! Not even when pigs fly!" She pouted.
"Anyways, go away while I make a call," I shooed her away with my hand, but she stayed not moving an inch.
"Who you gonna call?" She smirked proud of herself for the reference.
"None of your business, now shoo. Go on now... go play with your Barbie dolls," her eyes glistened again... oh not again! Please don"t start your waterworks...
"Fine! I"m calling Brianna, now go away..." I surrendered, spilling.
"Brianna who?" She questioned like a parent.
"Brianna Knight, goddamnit. Go away. Two words in the English language you should try to learn," I snapped.
Her eyes lit up like how they would light up when she got presents on Christmas. "Brianna Knight? The supermodel? Someone like you knows someone like her?"
I groaned, partially offended. My stepsister didn"t know I was Liliana Silverstone, she just thought I was a wig-wearing-weirdo, so of course she wouldn"t expect a normal person like Lila Shaw to know a supermodel, nonetheless be best friends with her. Although Lila was anything but normal other than status.
"You have to introduce me! You have to! "Else I"ll tell mom you"re being rude to me again..." her eyes glimmered deviously.
"Just go away and let me call her!" I yelled, no longer caring about her feelings.
With a humph she walked out my room, not before turning around and posing like she"s on a catwalk.
Finally! Satan, take your spawn back... she"s too much!
I dialed the number of my best friend, the number of one of three people who knew about Lila"s identity.
"Hello?" Her cat-like voice answered.
"Bri..." I said cheerfully, eager to talk to the famous international supermodel.
"Liliana! It"s been years!" She greeted.
"We talked last week..." I mumbled.
"It certainly feels like years, but what"s up? Last you told me you were preparing to visit your mum for a couple of weeks. And of your dilemma," she said, meaning my engagement.
"I..." I gulped, this wasn"t going to be easy.
"Oh don"t do the hesitation game, I"m in New York right now, about to do a shoot..." she said, her words rushed.
"I need your help..." I start off.
"Anything, dear. What can I do for you?" She said immediately.
"I need you to help me decide an outfit... for a date," saying the word date left a bitter taste in my mouth.
"Hmm, what kind of date will this be? Because knowing Lila, she"d be able to knock out any guy without a lift of a finger." She laughed evilly. This is why we"re best friends. Her evil laugh is so similar to mine...
"It"s different this time... remember the dilemma I told you about? Well it"s this guy, and he didn"t seem interested when Lila tried to flirt with him, so Lila needs a different approach. An innocent approach." The word innocent left me cringing. Maybe innocent is okay for Liliana, but Lila despises the mere mention of it... and all because of that person.
"Innocent? I never thought I would see the day... you"re in Seattle with your mum and stepdad right?" She asked.
"Yes... but why?" I questioned, scared of what crazy idea she was thinking of now.
"Well, I was thinking of flying there... to help with your innocent date," her voice emphasized innocent and date, making me wonder what she was planning. Probably something worse that frills or pink...
"You can just tell me over the phone or FaceTime..." I squeaked.
"No way. That"s not fun at all... what time is your date?"
"Five, at Ricca"s Café," I answered automatically without thinking. There you go again... memorizing stupid and unnecessary things.
"What time is it right now?" I looked at the time on my iPhone and it said 8:07 AM.
"Eight in the morning..." I could feel her grinning.
"Great! I"ll see you in six hours then!" She said cheerfully and hung up before I could say anything else.
To think she"d cancel her shoot for something ridiculous and stupid...
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