CH.4
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"I kid you not." She was saying as Elise
came into the room. "He's so generous. I
mean, just look at this pendant. He got it
for me, he did..or rather, his father did.
That man is sooo generous. Supposing I
was still single, I wouldn't have wasted
any second getting into his bed." She
confided in a whisper to her enraptured
audience of about seven women, but Elise heard her.
"Mom!"
"Oh dear, there you are. Now, do hurry to
your sister's room if you do have any
plans of still being her chief bridesmaid.
You must be careful though, I must say
she is in such a mood and we do not want to upset her further. Wedding jitters,
suppose, although why she should be
having wedding jitters or second thought's.
When she's getting to such a fine man as
he to be her husband is beyond me."
Uhm mum Do you even know the name of the man your beloved daughter is getting married to?. Elise asked in shock and watched as her mother's cheek turned bright pink in embarrassment
What a ridiculous question Of course,I
at sort of mother do you think I am?" Carolina asked, glaring at her first
daughter. Elise noticed that she did not
bother to say the name.
"Well, I don't know his name or anything
about him and Sandra is marrying him
tomorrow. It's just weird, that's all."
"Leave this place this instant! You should
count yourself lucky that your sister
wants you in her wedding at all and stop
making such a fuss." Carolina said and
turned her back on Elise to continue
talking to her friends.
Elise shook her head and walked around,
searching for her father, but could not
find him anywhere. He was the only one
in her family that she could really relate
to, although that was when her mother
was not around. Whenever her mother
was around, he usually acted like a little
boy who had to follow her every wish.
It was irritating, to say the least.
Since she could not find her father
anywhere, she climbed the stairs slowly
and reluctantly to go to her sister's room.
If her mother said Elise was in a mood,
then the situation was terrible and she
was in no mood to deal with such, but she had no choice. Once she was at the door.
She knocked gently and listened for a
response; but did not get any. She
knocked louder, but there was still no
response from inside the the room"Sandra?" Elise called out and then tried to turn the doorknob.
To her surprise, the
door opened, so she stepped inside the
room cautiously. It was some what dark as Elise had pulled down her blinds, but
Elise could see the outline of her body on
the bed where she was laying. She turned
on the light in the room, but still, Sandra
did not budge from where she was lying.
Elise sighed, knowing how dramatic her
sister could be, and went to sit on the bed
beside her.
"So are you going to say you didn't hear
me knocking on the door?" She asked and got only a quiet sniffle for her inquiry!"
"Hey. What's wrong?"
Sandra sat up and wiped at her face. It
was obvious and somewhat surprising
that she had been crying for a long time.
When her mother had said tantrums,
Elise had expected to see her sister
flinging things around the room in a rage
as she was wont to do anytime she got
angry.
"So are you ready to tell me what's
wrong? Elise asked after her sister only
sat there and stared at the wall with tears
running down her face for a good five
minutes after she first asked the question.
Yes"
I don't want to marry him."
Why don't you want to marry him? I
thought you were in love with him."
Sandra did not answer so Elise had to try again
"I don't t really know. Mom just said I
had to, that he was very rich and was
going to make a wonderful husband, and
that she wants me to be happy."
Hmmm., So are you saying that you do
not know him? I thought you said you
both met two weeks ago and that he is
very handsome."
"I lied. I don't have any idea what he even
looks like." Sandra said, glancing away
in embarrassment. There was something
else on her face that told Elise that she
was hiding something, but she did not
know what on earth it was.
"So why on earth did you agree to marry
him? Who still does that in this age and
time when it is not as though we are still
in the Stone Age? I'm not going to ask why."
I was not informed about this because
first of all, I'm hardly involved in
anything concerning this family, and
mum also knows that I'd never have
agreed to this."
I don't know. He's a billionaire and he's
handsome, at least from the pictures I've
seen. What more should a girl want from
a man? Sandra asked, regaining her
composure and tossing her hair.
"A total stranger?"
"Don't come spitting your sanctimonious
and self-righteous crap at me. You're just
jealous, that's all. Besides, he's not a total
stranger. We've talked on the phone
before and he was very nice." Sandra
said, every trace that she had been crying
just minutes ago gone, including her
tears.
"Okay, I'm out, I'll be in my old room, and
I'll be at your wedding tomorrow, but
what I would not do is sit here and have
you talk to me like crap" Elise informed
her sister, standing up from the bed and
proceeding to walk out
"Wait Sandra called out after her.
"Please come back. I'm sorry for saying
that. It's just that I feel so miserable. All
my horrible friends refused to come down
for the wedding. Ill pay them back, mind
you. Fake lots, all of them" She screeched
and burst into tears again.
"Well, I can't exactly say that I blame
them. The world does not revolve around
you like mom and dad have made you
believe, you know. Plus your attitude
kinda sucks. When did you inform them
about the wedding?"
"Um, three days ago," Sandra replied,"
sheepishly and Elise shook her head.
"Anyway, you can do it without them, I
guess. There's me and a bunch of other
old ladies who are mom's friends. By the
way, that reminds me, I bought a dress for my chief bridesmaid duties. Here, let me show it to you." Elise said and brought out the dress for her sister to examine.
"Eeew!" Sandra exclaimed, wrinkling her
dainty nose at the dress before standing
up to go to her wardrobe. She held out a
super expensive a looking pink dress that
was studded with gemstones for her sister to examine.
"Bryce bought it and the wedding
dress for me to wear. He also bought me
so many other things, or rather, his dad
did. Oh, he's coming by this evening, so
get ready to meet him and be wowed."
"Well, your mood sure changes fast,"
Elise commented drily. Just minutes ago,
you were crying because you did not want
to marry him, and now, you're gushing
about all the things he got for you."
"Yeah. I guess I have you to thank for that.
I was just feeling lonely and sad about
how alone I was, what with those traitors
I call friends. Besides, I was wondering
what I was doing entering into a marriage
in which,I am not in love with and barely
know my husband to be, but I've thought
about it and I now realize that love will
come later.
The best thing is that I'm well
taken care of, and that's all that matters."
Elise said, but something in her voice
told Elise that all this was false bravado.
"You can still call off the wedding, you
know. It's not too late. Personally, I think
that love is very important for any
marriage to work."
"Call off my wedding to a billionaire and
risk being the subject of ridiculous everywhere? I think not."
"Sandra, no one cares whether you're
married or not."
"My friends all know I'm getting married
to a super-rich guy. I guess that is why
they're jealous and do not want to come to the wedding. Not to talk of how
embarrassing it would be for mom and
dad after they have invited practically
everyone they know.
Anyway, why are you
so particular about me quitting the
wedding? How on earth is it any of your
business? Damn, I knew that many people
would be jealous, but I did not think that
my sister would be one of them."
You re right. I'm sorry. So can I see the
wedding dress?
Sure. you may Sandra replied and then
went to the wardrobe again to bring out
the wedding dress. Elise 'oohed and
aahed over it as any good sister should
even though she did not for the life of her
understand why anyone would want to
get married to someone they had not yet
met in real life.
Anyway, I hardly slept last night as I had
to work late to cover up for my absence
this weekend. So, I m going to go to my
room to get some sleep.
"Uh-huh. Later"
Once she was in her old room, Elise sank
gratefully into her bed and sighed. Maybe
it would all work out for her sister.
Different strokes for different folks and
all that. Sandra was a spoilt brat and a
confirmed pain in the ass, but she was her sister and Elise loved her in her own way, even though she could be incredibly
self-centered.
If it didn't work out well,
her sister could always leave the
marriage.
With this thought on her mind,Elise closed her eyes and within a few
minutes, she fell soundly asleep.
- Writer
