During that week, I didn't have much time to see Jordan. I was spending so much time with my mum and sister that I didn't even have the chance to catch my breath. It was fun to see my mum in this light, she was like an excitable puppy. Every time she saw something, she asked my opinion on it, surprisingly she agreed with a lot of the time. It was during this time that I realised my mum wasn't a bad person, she just struggled to show her emotions and she was always busy with work. I had a new appreciation for my mum as she appeared to be genuinely happy for my engagement with Jordan.
Katie was exactly the same, she threw herself into the planning of the engagement party. She was adamant that everything needed to be perfect. She helped me pick flowers, she picked the invitations as well as helping me choose a dress that would be perfect for the night. She wanted me in white as I was the bride to be. She said it was my party and I needed to stand out.
The dress that I was wearing was a long white dress, that was skin tight, with long sleeves and backless. It was never something that I would choose to wear as I preferred loose clothing but I could only appreciate my sister's taste in clothes and styling. Everything about the dress, enhanced my body, every curve was perfectly contoured. As I stood in the mirror I couldn't help but feel the tears well in my eyes. It was then that a sudden knock came at the door.
"Come in!" I shouted as I said by the vanity counter, brushing my hair for the sixth time. In the mirror I couldn't help but see it was my mum had stopped by. She was dressed in a two piece outfit which was a beige colour with golden embroidery scattered across the material. It was then that I saw her face frown with displeasure.
"What are you wearing?" She asked with a scrunched up face.
"My dress to the engagement party of course." I smiled.
"You need to change dresses, you can't wear white, it's bad luck to the bride." Mum huffed.
I couldn't help but laugh at her words. "What on earth are you talking about? I'm pretty sure it's bad luck on the wedding day. Anyway I am the bride so what does it mean anyway?"
With that my mum stomped across the room, pulled me up and away from the vanity table. Her face was red and it was then that she raised her hand and slapped me across the face. I couldn't help but raise my shaken hand to my cheek where she just slapped me.
"YOU ARE NOT THE BRIDE." She screamed at the top of her lungs.
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Twin Flames
ChickLitShort Story, with Short Chapters: Twins share a unique bond. Some twins share everything, traits, looks, secrets. But other twins only share DNA. What happens when two twins seemingly love the same man? What will happen to their relationship? Follo...
