So Let Me Tell You What Happened

Chapter 33: The Will

I tried calling Adam's phone for the fifteenth time now, but no response. Typical. After everything, I get it. I'll just have to show up at his place and hope he'll hear me out. Meanwhile, I'm in my room with the girls, and it feels great to have them back, even though they ditched me last minute. Shady? Absolutely. But we're moving on, no shade.

The day smoothed out after all the chaos. The girls left but promised to come by tomorrow when my mom's side of the family would be over to discuss funeral plans. Tomorrow is going to be a circus; half of them can't stand my mom or grandma.

Lying in bed, I felt grateful to have people who care about me. And yes, I couldn't stop thinking about Adam. I miss him, and I hope we can sort things out. Maybe we'll even date again. Who knows? After an hour of talking to myself, I finally fell asleep. When I woke up, it was early the next day. I went downstairs to find my mom in a whirlwind of activity.

"Mom, slow down. Everything will be fine."

"I hope so, but you know that grand aunt of yours, Lila, has a nasty mouth and attitude. I don't know how it's going to go," she said, frazzled.

"Wait, she's coming too?" I groaned.

"Yes, unfortunately."

"Oh God, today's going to be something else."

"For sure will," she agreed.

"Let me help you, Mom. Everything's gotta look perfect."

"Okay, baby girl," she said, grateful for the help.

We started working together, preparing for the inevitable drama that was bound to unfold.

One by one, I helped my mom with cooking, decorating, dusting, and other minor tasks. We didn't want anyone coming to our house and talking crap—because you know how family can be. Just as we were knee-deep in preparations, the girls came over and pitched in. Honestly, we needed the help since it was just us. We were beyond grateful.

Everything was in place, perfect and ready. Now it was time for me to look fabulous. Can't have the guests arriving and find me looking popped down—hell no. I took a quick but thorough shower, put on a cute outfit, did my makeup, and styled my hair. Boom! Your girl was looking fly as hell.

After getting dolled up, I went back downstairs to chat with the girls. While we were catching up, the man who would be reading my grandmother's will arrived. My mom let him in, and they talked. One thing's for certain—our family members aren't here to mourn. They're here for the food and the will. Disgusting and pathetic, right?

We were all settled, waiting for everyone to show up. And show up they did, one by one. Surprisingly, everyone was nice, bringing food and expressing their condolences. But I knew better. The drama was just simmering beneath the surface. And right on cue, my aunt Jenna and grand aunt Lila arrived at the same time. I knew then that the drama was about to unfold.

Grand Aunt Lila burst through the door, wailing, "Lucy! Lucy! My sister, why did you have to leave me like this?"

Mom and I exchanged a look that screamed 'here we go again.' Aunt Lila never missed a chance to turn the spotlight on herself.

"Hey, Aunty Lila," I greeted her, bracing myself.

"Hey, baby girl, pour some wine for me," she demanded, not wasting any time.

Mom cut in, "Lila, she's a kid. Get it yourself."

Aunt Lila turned on her, "It's Aunt Lila to you, little girl. Don't make me show you you're never too old for a whooping."

Mom wasn't backing down. "Who are you calling little? Let's see if you can back up that talk."

Aunt Jenna stepped in, trying to defuse the situation. "Alright, enough. Today's about my mom. Let's not make it worse with this drama."