Rêveuse

Chapter 9.

Charles and I go to shower, as told, before we return to the garden where the guests are helping out in different ways to prepare for the wedding. Arthur and Carla are on table decoration duty. I guess they're going to have to trust that Carla can make enough for all tables, because Arthur really looks to be struggling with his task.

We walk over to Carla and Arthur, assuming we're going to be doing the same thing as them. It has something to do with paper and fake flowers. Carla's decoration looks great, while Charles picks up one of Arthur's and holds it up in front of him.

"Qu'est-ce que c'est?" What is this? he asks.

"Une décoration," A decoration, Arthur mutters as he snatches it back from his brother.

Lorenzo and Charlotte comes up to us as we're about to sit down too

"Nous avons autre chose pour vous deux," We have something else for you two, Lorenzo says.

They take us further away from the long table where everyone else is doing their tasks, and they take us to the side of the house where there is a big wedding arch in the form of a square made out of wood that I knew would be the thing they would be standing under during the ceremony. On the ground are a lot of plastic flowers and such.

"Pourriez-vous attacher les fleurs tout autour?" Could you attach the flowers all around? Charlotte asked, looking between the two of us.

"Oui," Charles replied immediately, and I nodded with a smile.

Charlotte smirked as she put a hand on my shoulder while she walked past me. I looked after them, seeing them exchange a smile as they left us behind, thinking they're slick. Charlotte looked over her shoulder at us, and I grimaced at her, knowing she only did this because she saw us at the tennis court. We're far from everyone else and we have only each other to talk to.

That could be a recipe for disaster.

When I turned back to Charles, he was already picking up some different kinds of plastic flowers and he put them together in a little bouquet. He picked the wire up from the ground and then looked at the wedding arch for a moment. When he turned to me, he looked confused.

Well, I better make this work.

"D'accord, et si tu tenais les fleurs et que je les attache avec le fil?" Okay, how about you hold the flowers and I tie them with the wire? I asked, walking up to him and grabbing the roll of wire from his hands.

"D'accord," he replied and we walked over to the wedding arch.

He held the flowers in place, starting further down so that we could work our way up and around it. I used the wire to wrap it around the stem and then around the arch to attach them. Charles went and got some more flowers and then we did the same thing.

As we're working, we stand quite close and I try my best to ignore it. At first I think we're both trying to find something to talk about, but none of us actually find something worth talking about. It feels so pointless to bring up the first thing we can think about, because it will be so obvious what we're trying to do, and it will just become awkward. So for the first ten minutes we just work in silence, only speaking when it's related to what we're doing.

"Ma mère a appelé," My mom called, Charles says, surprising me by breaking the silence. I look at him as I'm just finishing off attaching the flowers he's holding. He takes a step back as soon as they're secured and he goes to get more. "Elle a posé des questions sur toi," She asked about you.

"Elle l'a fait?" She did? I ask, not sure how else to react. I'm not that surprised about it.

"Eh bien... elle demande toujours de tes nouvelles, mais elle a demandé si nous nous entendions bien," Well...she always asks about you, but she asked if we get along, he replies. I chuckle, and as he walks back up to me he keeps a little smile. "Nous le sommes, n'est-ce pas?" We are, aren't we?