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Post by CHARLOTTE BRIELLE KAINE on Feb 13, 2013 9:27:24 GMT -5
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Anxiety pulsed through her as if she was hooked up to an electric current – she didn’t want to leave this bed for a multitude of reasons. Solitude, as of late, was something she began to prefer because it was easier. She didn’t have to worry about people not listening to her thoughts or ideas because she was alone. In this industry her family was forcing her into, she hardly had enough grace to lead people through homes and really sell it to them. She was able to pick out places that suited their personalities to potential buyers but that was about all she could do. Her sales came out of luck, she believed, but no one truly commented or seemed to care if she made it or flopped. In her time of absolute need, she didn’t turn to friends she turned back to blogging. It felt natural and it felt good – she went back to writing like she had for the years prior. Surprisingly, she still had as much prowess to her followers and readers as she left, but now she was sure that tabloid would read her blog and it couldn’t be as personal, sadly, as it once was.
She had time to write before starting her day and she tried to herself no, to have a bit more strength. What she took relief was in that no one close to her read what she had to say online. As long as the bastard she would be sharing a house with didn’t know where to read her most inner most personal thoughts, she didn’t care. She didn’t know much about him and despite what Peter wanted her to do, which was to get to know him, she flat out refused to do anything of the sort. With a wedding creeping upon her, she would rather just avoid the idea she was getting married much like she was sure that he was. She didn’t even have a ring, but when Peter set a date he set a date. Charlotte sighed and sat up: she never liked Valentine’s Day before so it was more fuel to the raging fire within her. The fire that wanted to be quenched with alcohol but she was trying her hardest to let it go and quit. She didn’t want to be a drunk for the rest of her life and that’s why she blogged again.
It replaced a need for a friend so that she didn’t have to reply on anyone. She wasn’t upset by things of the past anymore, but she had Peter telling her that she needed no one and she had to be alone, that friends caused more strife than what they were worth. Then her mind to turned to Jamie who notably had no friends that Charlotte new of and was majorly hated by everyone he met. Would that become Charlotte? A loveless and sexless marriage with no friends and only stacks of money to keep her company? It wasn’t what she wanted when she thought about marriage as a kid. Every girl thought of marriage as a kid, Charlotte didn’t care who they were or what they said, at least once you did. Charlotte had surprisingly parts of her wedding were what she wanted because it was supposed to make her happy. Calla lilies that were white, rose’s soft pink, and baby’s breath – they would be about the ceremony, the reception, and in her bouquet she held the only pink calla lilies in honor of her mother.
The flowers alone were what she wanted, but she had say in the cake, five tiers to feed all the people that were invited (a cake they would probably not cut together, but that didn’t matter much to her), it was iced white with antique white and blush piping and she had it topped with icing flowers to match the flowers of the day, no bride or groom figurine. That was too tacky for her and especially didn’t symbolize this marriage. Perhaps if she loved him, it would have, but what she knew of Cato she could hardly stand. He was arrogant, rude, no manners, and worst of all: he was a whore. She knew that he was from tabloids and people in Jamie’s loop that some him whoring around now that he was in town. They weren’t even married and he was making a fool of her. She clenched her jaw at the thought and decided to vent her anger through an outlet she abandoned on a personal level: her blog.
“Top of the morning to you, readers. I thank you for sticking with me during my hiatus. As of late, I’ve been curt and only offering thoughts to articles in the media that piqued my interest. I’m positive I lost a few of you thinking “If she’s not going to talk about life, I don’t want to listen to her.” Well, fret not those of you who stayed through my hiatus, I have about an hour to kill before I go out to do my activity for the day so I figured why not update all of you who don’t live in Boston, therefore you wouldn’t know. If you live around Boston, then you’ve had a lot to read about me and may have not known it was me. I am the woman arranged to marry a man she doesn’t love. It’s true, I don’t love him and I’m not even positive I can stand him. I feel horrible going through with this when there are tens of thousands of men and women in same sex marriages that would love to be married. I’m sorry, I don’t mean to spit on you or marriage so crudely when you all wish to marry, it’s not my intent. I feel as if I should tell you, this is what I wanted, but it’s what is being forced on me. I’m marrying because I’ve been forced into it. Eventually when the consequences won’t be so unbearable, I plan on an annulment.
My activity today is shopping for a wedding gown/dress (whichever word you prefer there) with a handful of people I can call my friends. I’ve never thought about a wedding extensively but I knew what I wanted when it came to my flowers and the cake. As for what I wear, as of late I’ve been having a stylist dress me. I’m a media frenzy when I step outside of my homes and the first week of being a public figure did I hire a stylist. I admit, this isn’t the life I was raised for, but it was what I was bred for, so to speak. When my mother made the deal to save her business and everything her small family had, she knew full well it included birthing a child. That would be me, of course. Elegance and etiquette I’m working on and paid appearances still feel stiff. So when I was told there would be no one to help me with picking out my gown, I was offered help from a friend and I took it. She’s my maid of honor and I’m thankful because she’s been taking care of me through this. Thankfully no crazy bachelorette party that I’ve heard of, but if you met her you’d side with me in thinking she has something planned.
I think what bothers me the most is that, he makes no effort to get to know me. He just sees me as a monster and I’m not a monster. I know he isn’t either, but we treat each other like monsters. Almost like to each other we’re a disease. I’ve started moving into the house we will share, but professional movers move him into the house. I won’t see him until the wedding, most probably, as I walk down the aisle and question my sanity or perhaps sooner when we sign legal documents and I question my last name. I wish I was a woman giddy over her marriage, but I’m really just a woman who feels trapped because she is trapped.
I want to take a moment to tell you money can’t buy happiness. I have money now, more than I want and it kind of sits like a weed hoard. I’m miserable most days, I don’t like how people perceive me anymore. But I’m the upcoming CEO and they want to know me – but they don’t really know me. They just know an image.
I’ll probably regret this entry later, but for now it seems like a good choice.
Regards,
Charlotte.”
The rest of the morning was a quiet blur as she took a shower and dried off. She learned the importance of smelling nice and having a signature scent when you were someone of public interest. It bothered her how long it took to get ready now, from showering, dousing herself in a “soft” scent that somehow “symbolized” her, to putting on the outfit prepared for her. It never took this long or this much thought to be Charlotte before, but now it did. Sighing, she got into her new car that Jamie purchased for her and rolled her eyes. Jamie pressured her to live in luxury, something she didn’t want, and if the car she drove around satisfied him enough she did it just to get him off her back. She agreed to upgrade to a Lexus to drive around in and to satisfy him she allowed him to purchase a Ferrari that sit in the driveway, perfectly positioned by Jamie himself just to show the wealth. Charlotte didn’t like such blatant display for their wealth, but she sucked her cheeks in silence around her brother.
Surviving the paparazzi swarm as she entered the mall, she was early for their viewing time at their bridal place within. When charlotte first made the call, the woman seemed dumbfounded and taken back by the idea of a public figure shopping at her store while Charlotte didn’t think anything of it. She walked by the store when in the mall and it was where she first thought to try on clothes and not the numerous designers calling her assistant and stylist to get her into something they were making for her without consoling her. Charlotte sighed and squared her shoulders while waiting. A simple wave to the shop owner. “Just a minute, waiting on my part. Promise it’s small, really small. Also, we might be interested in bridesmaid gowns. I have a folder for you to browse from the wedding planner, stylists, as to what they would prefer the gowns be. “Turning she heard her name. “Genesis!” She chirped as she went over hugging the other as she hugged Charlotte. “Remember it’s not all about me, you need a dress too.”
words: 1800 (sorry, charlotte muse)
tags: genesis, cato, huck
notes: thanks for writing & reading with me, guys
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Post by huck ioan anderson on Feb 14, 2013 11:47:59 GMT -5
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He spoke out from the bedroom that he now shared with her, doing his best to stall as much as possible. This way he could make her late and she would have no choice but to leave without him. But apparently she had other ideas. As he saw her shadow appear in the doorway, he smiled victoriously, thinking she was going to tell him not to bother. However, he was met with a decorative pillow to the face. Flinching, he batted the pillow down after a moment of holding it after catching it and gave her a look. "Well you're rude." He managed, and then sighed dramatically when she told him to get ready. Giving her a look that said he was not pleased, he turned away from the dresser he had been trying to stall at and disappeared into the bathroom.
It only took him minutes to shower and clean himself up, shaving his face smooth and fixing his hair by simply running his fingers through it. It was naturally messy so he didn't pay it any mind. It could dry however it wanted to dry. The more messy the better so that there was a chance he could drive Genesis crazy with it. Grinning to himself, he walked out of the bathroom in just a towel, going to the dresser they had managed to fit in here for his clothes. He didn't have very many so it wasn't very big, but he appreciated the sentiment all of the same. Pulling on a pair of boxers under his towel, he tossed it to the bed once he was semi-decent, and then grabbed a pair of jeans. Pulling them up his thin hips, he reached into his middle drawer and pulled out a green colored shirt. Trying not to remember what wearing green meant in the world of therapists, he yanked the shirt over his head, messing his hair up even more. He pulled at the long sleeves until he revealed a bit of his forearms, knowing the mall was probably stuffy and hot. And if she was going to make him sit in dressing rooms he was determined not to be uncomfortable. However, he knew that he was going to be bored out of his mind.
"This is cruel and unusual punishment, I'll have you know."
He complained openly as he ducked out of the bedroom. He took a step to walk down the hallway when suddenly there was a flurry of movement at his feet and he was aware that Meeko was currently trying to climb up his legs. "Aw look. I can't go. Meeko's going to miss me. Just look at this face, Gen." He tried the pet approach, swooping the raccoon into his arms and holding his little furry body against his face. When that failed too, he huffed and gathered the raccoon, cradling him in his arms. He was surprised he was staying still for this long. "She's just jealous Meeko, it's alright." He spoke down at the raccoon, letting him go when he seemed to grow restless. As the animal skittered over his shoulder and down his back and then his leg, he stepped forward, going into the kitchen and leaning his elbows on the counter top of the bar, peering innocently over at Genesis as she finished doing whatever she seemed to be doing. Just as he opened his mouth to say something else in the form of a complaint, his mouth was suddenly assaulted with a banana. Blinking, he looked at her with a glare, taking a bite as she told him to basically shut up and eat.
"You're so mean to me, seriously." He said petulantly, but finished eating the banana anyway. Tossing the peel into the garbage, he figured he should stop being so contrary and get going so she wouldn't hurt him later on. Grabbing his leather jacket, he shoved it on over his shoulders, fishing in his pocket for the carton of cigarettes. Finding it, he was satisfied, turning to her quickly.
"I'll meet you outside." He didn't like smoking when he was with her, so that's why he was going to do it before they even started walking. Giving her an innocent grin even though she never really openly complained about his smoking habit, he hurried out of the apartment and took the stairs two at a time, reaching the landing and basically falling out the door in his haste. Looking at the receptionist with a bright smile, he nodded to her in greeting and was soon outside of the apartment building, pulling a cigarette out of his pocket. Lighting it up with the lighter from his jeans, he took a long drag, knowing he needed the nicotine to get him through this day. Huck was actually getting better when it came to his smoking habit, and he didn't nearly need them as much as he used to. It was a sign that his therapy was actually working. He glanced up as he caught a sudden movement from the apartment entrance and he took in the sight of his girlfriend quietly. Nearly finishing his entire cigarette, he snubbed it out and then reached into his other pocket.
Pulling out the stick of gum, he started chewing it to get rid of the smoky taste in his mouth, then offered her a piece as she came over to him. "Ready then?" His Irish accent caught the attention of the two women who just walked by the two of them, but it was obvious that the woman before him was the only one who had his attention. Hearing her response, he wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her closer to him as they started the fifteen minute walk to the mall. It was nice for them both to stretch their legs and Huck would be lying if he said that he didn't enjoy this with her. Keeping his arm around her to block her from the cold, he stopped at one of the street corners before they had to cross the street and turned so that he was facing her. Looking down into her eyes with a smile, he leaned in and kissed her lips softly, chastely. Pulling back a little, he spoke up, breaking the silence. "I'm lucky to have you." He whispered with a wink, and then wrapped his hand around hers, linking their fingers naturally together.
With that, he pulled away from her and sprinted into the street once they were given the walk signal, making her run along with him for a moment until they were in the clear. "Didn't want you to get hit by a car or anything." He joked, his cheeks flushing with color from the cold and the short run he had made them perform. Grinning, he finally seemed to settle down into a comfortable walking pace, his hand still with hers as they walked the blocks that would lead them to the mall. Once it came into view, he didn't let go of her hand, but instead walked up to the door, opening it for her and letting her slip in before him. Shuffling after her, he finally released her as she led the way to the first store they had to enter, and he groaned in protest when they came upon it. "Gen are you sure you..." He was cut off as he heard his girlfriend speak a name that he didn't think he would have ever heard her say again. Blinking in shock, Huck turned his blue gaze to study the petite blonde that was now hugging his girlfriend.
Well this was unexpected.
Sighing to himself, he looked up at the ceiling of the store for a moment, cursing his luck before he managed to contain himself and any ill feelings towards Charlotte. Stepping forward, he shoved his hands into the pockets of his jeans, hunching his shoulders over in a slightly defensive way although he would never think of it that way. Shifting back and forth on his feet when he reached Genesis' side, he offered an easy smile in Charlotte's direction. "Hello. Don't know how much help I'm going to be, but she forced me along." He muttered in explanation, standing there awkwardly, not really sure of what to do now that he was here in front of the very person he wasn't sure if he wanted to see again. The hurt she had bestowed upon him when she had first found out about him and Genesis was still there, and despite his best efforts of letting it go, he just couldn't. Not yet. words, outfit, whatever you want
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Post by GENESIS MARCHETTE MANCINI on Feb 19, 2013 1:44:43 GMT -5
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Rolling her eyes dramatically, Genesis grabbed the nearest weapon she had before walking to the door to the bedroom. She was dressed in only her undergarments since she was still deciding between two outfits as Huck continued his attempts to pull out of his agreement to accompany her to the mall. Stopping in the doorframe, she smiled slightly to herself as he came in to focus. He turned to smile cheekily at her, and she flung the pillow she'd found in his face, not caring that he caught it. Fixing him with a defiant glare as he looked up at her and told her she was rude, she crossed her arms over her chest and sniffed slightly. "Stop stalling and get dressed, you handsome asshole," she ordered him before returning to the living room where she'd draped her two clothing options over the back of the couch.
When she heard the bathroom door close behind him, she chose the grey-striped shirt which fell just below her behind and black skin-tight leggings. Shaking her light brown hair down around her shoulders, she jumped slightly as she heard the front door of the apartment unlock and fly open, admitting her younger sister Cressida.
"Cress-"
"Don't start it, Genny. I don't have time. I'm on my way to meet Jamie at the harbor."
"Jamie..."
Cressida rolled her eyes and sighed dramatically, ignoring her sister as she headed for the guest bedroom that had become hers when she was in town. "Yes, Jamie, like always."
"I thought you said it wasn't serious," Genesis commented, a twinge of skepticism in her voice.
Cressida ignored her for a moment as she dug into her dresser and found what she was looking for. She slipped the mystery item in to her purse before she chose to respond. When she did, her voice was hard and irritated. "It isn't. Just because we like fucking one another doesn't mean it's serious."
"Oh, gross, seriously, Cress. He's eight years older than you!"
"And Huck is your patient. Don't shove your fucking hypocrisy down my throat, Genesis," Cressida countered, shoving roughly past her older sister and heading back toward the front door. Genesis cringed and followed her swiftly.
"It's different, and you know it is," she countered, closing her eyes for a moment and recovering her composure as Cressida wheeled around to face her again.
"Oh really? Tell me again, why haven't you lost your job yet? Does your boss know you're fucking your client?" Cressida asked, smiling innocently up at her sister.
"Stop talking to me like that-"
"Why? Because it isn't ladylike? Is there anything about either of us that still is?" Cressida asked hotly, turning to open the door. Genesis reached out and grabbed it firmly before the petite ballerina could open it fully. It shut with a thunk as Genesis threw her weight against it and loomed over her sister.
"Cress... just... be careful. Please," she asked, her voice softer and more tender. She knew she couldn't make her sister's decisions for her, but she was irrationally afraid for her. Cressida sighed, feeling the sobriety of the moment.
"I always am, Genny. I've been able to legally drink in Europe for like three years now, ya know," she pointed out. The comment brought the shadow of a smirk across Genesis' lips as she released the door so her sister could leave.
"I'll see you later," Cressida finished, walking off down the hallway and disappearing in to the elevator.
Closing the door, Genesis leaned against it and sighed to herself. She could have no idea that she may never see her sister again after that moment. For even perceptive psychiatrists have no way of foreseeing the future.
Huck's Irish accent broke in to her thoughts, and she glanced up to see him emerge from their bedroom just as Meeko attacked him. She smiled in spite of herself and shook her head as Meeko clung to him. "He probably just wants to come with us. That's what it is," she replied with a wink. He spoke to the raccoon and she smiled as she watched him set Meeko down on the floor. The raccoon disappeared as quickly as he'd appeared, surely off to munch lazily on his food and destroy things while they were out.
Standing from where she leaned against the door, she walked to the kitchen and retrieved some fruit and vegetables as Huck followed her, leaning over on the counter behind her. Before he could argue with her again, she peeled a banana and turned to shove it unceremoniously into his mouth with a smile. Crunching in to a piece of celery, she shrugged her shoulders at him as he told her she was mean to him. "I wouldn't have to be mean if you knew how to act like a grown-up," she pointed out, slapping him on his back pocket as she moved past him to gather her purse and keys.
He announced he was going to meet her, and she smiled in return to his grin. Out of all the people in the world who would judge him for smoking, she was the last one on that list. The first time they'd met, she'd asked him for one in an attempt to get him to open up to her, and the next time they'd been at the same place, he'd caught her smoking weed in her car. She didn't really have much room to judge him, and she wouldn't. All the same, she took her time leaving the apartment so he would have enough time to finish the cigarette before they had to be going. They were ahead of schedule since she'd pushed him to get ready early so they wouldn't be running late.
As she walked out of the building, she glanced back and forth for a moment before she heard Huck's familiar voice and smiled over at him. "Yeah, let's get this over with," she responded, going to his side. His arm wrapped familiarly around her waist, taking her momentarily by surprise, but she enjoyed it. She walked comfortably beside him, leaning in to his side and thankful yet again that he was one of few men who was actually taller than her. Being tall and slender had its disadvantages, but Huck was a few inches taller than her, and she liked it.
When they paused and waited for the walk signal, he turned her toward him, and she naturally turned to face him, looking up in to his eyes. She didn't feel the cold winter air around her as she looked at him, and her insides stirred at the sight of his handsome face. She forgot her worries about her little sister and just enjoyed standing with Huck's arms wrapped around her, cradling her and protecting her. She was always the one to protect others, but he managed to make her feel safe for once. He leaned down to kiss her, and she met him halfway. It was a soft kiss, and she wanted to crush herself against him, but the sweetness of the kiss took her breath away as much as it would if he'd grabbed her roughly and shoved her against a wall. She melted against him, her fingers sliding to his sides and gripping the fabric of his jacket as she kissed him back, her insides fluttering wildly. When he pulled away from her, her cheeks were flushed as her eyes flitted open to look up at him.
His words made her stomach twist and tighten, and her lips parted as she glanced down to his lips before looking back in to his eyes. He didn't give her a moment to respond before he look her hand again, linking their fingers, and tugging her after him as he swiftly crossed the street. His sudden energy made her smile as she raced along after him, and she actually laughed out loud as they reached the opposite side of the road. Snuggling against his side, she squeezed his hand as they walked together across the remaining distance to the mall.
As he opened the door and allowed her to enter in front of him, she twisted her arm around and pulled him up behind her as they entered the mall, leaning back to kiss him beneath his jawline with a smile before she stood up and led him through the mall to the bridal shop where she'd agreed to meet Charlotte. Dragging Huck along after her now, she heard him begin to ask her a question just as they rounded the corner and she recognized Charlotte. Knowing Huck wouldn't exactly be pleased to see his former best friend - which was the primary reason she hadn't informed him they were meeting Charlotte so they could go shopping for a bridesmaid dress for Charlotte's wedding... - she glanced at him out of the corner of her eye before she cut him off by addressing Charlotte with a wide smile.
She could feel the tension building behind her as Huck began to realize that he'd been duped and Charlotte's arms went around her in a hug. She chuckled, slightly uncomfortable between the two of them, as she pulled away from Charlotte and nodded to her comment. "I know, Char," she confirmed with a smile. Although she knew Huck would be displeased, she couldn't help feeling it was good for him and Charlotte to be in the same building without killing one another. She still hated that their friendship had dissolved so quickly, but that, ultimately was not her problem. She couldn't force either of them to get over their issues, even if she was the issue in the first place.
She stepped away from Charlotte and subtly stepped until she brushed against Huck, her hands slipping behind her back and her fingers gently wrapping around his wrist, squeezing his wrist supportively as he addressed Charlotte. She smiled as he used her as the bad guy. She didn't care; she was. She loved him for humoring her in the first place, especially now that he knew what they were actually here for.
"It's true. I had to drag him to get him here. He's like a big baby," she teased, turning to glance at him with a smile, but her eyes flashed her appreciation for him being civil. The message passed just between the two of them, but she knew he would see it, no matter how swiftly it passed.
"Have you found anything you like yet, Char?" she asked, turning back to face the bride-to-be. "Will you show me?" She smiled genuinely at her friend, waiting until Charlotte turned excitedly to fetch the items the shop attendant had begun gathering for her to turn to face Huck quickly.
"I'm sorry I didn't tell you, but I really wanted you here," she whispered to him. Leaning up, she kissed him chastely, her hand slipping around his arm and squeezing gently. She pulled away and smiled up at him before releasing him and turning to follow after Charlotte.
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Post by CHARLOTTE BRIELLE KAINE on Feb 20, 2013 15:05:57 GMT -5
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There were times where she didn’t feel in charge of her life, that she was a doll that people around her molded and used to their liking. This was one of those instances, because originally Charlotte didn’t want anyone standing next to her while she married a man she was clearly not in love with. It still didn’t settle well with her, the fact that she had someone up there, but it settled well with everyone around her. Ultimately appearances became more important than what she felt. If it were up to her, it would just be Cato and herself saying an ugly headed lie and exchanging rings. She hated her father for doing this to her and from a bystander it was silly, why didn’t she just walk away? This woman, standing at five foot ten with barely anything to her and a face that people didn’t find sexy like a woman, almost surreal like an elf from a faerie tale; this woman that she was wasn’t something a man would ultimately find attractive all on their own. She almost felt if she didn’t marry Cato than she wouldn’t have anyone at all. Even if it was a marriage that wouldn’t be anything like others, it was going to be her wedding and she would have a husband. It took care of some milestone that she didn’t think she could accomplish on her own.
She wasn’t a martyr, she long ago tossed aside the feelings of being victimized in the past. She looked at things with a harsher scope and one of them was her friend’s relationship. It was an indifferent stand point, a “good for you” comment in passing. She didn’t want to think about it because she had thought about it until it was a pile of ash. Their relationship didn’t concern her and neither did the friendship between her and Huck that once was. It wasn’t her that was holding on to the bad vibes, he was and she stopped caring after attempts were squashed. If he insisted on holding on to it than she insisted on not acknowledging the issue. It could have been seen as insulting that he was here if she did care, because this wasn’t something that Charlotte wanted in the first place. She didn’t care about the trivial things, she only cared about whether or not they would look beautiful on her wedding day: her mother and Genesis – they were the only other dresses that she had to care about. She wanted her frail mother to be the happiest she could be, including being dressed to the nines. With Genesis, she knew it wouldn’t take much for her to look beautiful.
On the other hand, Charlotte thought that any old dress would do but apparently, there was some sort of moment she was supposed to have. She could recall the conversation between her mother and her, the older woman gushed of how she went with all of her bridesmaid (she had five), her mother, and her husband’s mother, her grandmothers – a whole giant crowd and they spent hours until she put on the dress that made her burst with emotions.
Charlotte wasn’t looking for that experience.
“Well, I thank you for coming. Genesis will need opinions on her dress and why not come from the man she fancies? I think it’s a good idea.” She couldn’t help the way she started talking to people that she didn’t know and even though she once knew him, it was almost as if they didn’t know one another at all. This distance between them, it washed away their friendship and she packed all the pictures of their childhood friendship away in storage. She wouldn’t take them to the new house she would share with her husband-to-be for facts that their friendship was dead and she didn’t want the constant reminder the past. She shouldered all the blame, she accepted it and she moved on. To know that the tense body standing only inches away from her was still holding on to it –she stopped trying altogether to reconcile. If it was meant to be, it would happen, but all things happened for a reason. That was what she told herself time and time again. She didn’t know what the reason he was here for was entirely, but she assumed it was some sort of couple bonding for the pair. If that was what it all boiled down to they were just going to have to deal with each other for however long it took Genesis to find a dress for herself.
Her dismissal from Genesis meant little as she made her way to follow the bridal consultant. She was excited, but it wasn’t an excitement for herself. One of the few things she enjoyed when it came to her sudden wealth was that she could treat others to things to show she cared. Bringing Genesis over to the dress selection, they were in array of pinks and reds. “The planners and stylists decided pinks and reds for you to choose from, anything you like.” She turned to the rack of wedding dresses they pulled and then went over, feeling the fabric of one with mild interest. This was something that girls dreamed about and here she was, wondering if any of these gowns suited her. The consultants rambled, talking about a-lines and empire waists, they confused her. She didn’t know what it was but she pulled a dress and looked at it, then held it in her hands. This was some sort of moment, she could tell, a moment where it all sunk and she realized exactly what she was about to do. She didn’t love him, she didn’t know him, but she was pledging her loyalty and to be there for him for their marriage and that meant something. She was giving herself to someone she didn’t know. It became real and this dress she pulled made her realize it. She turned to Genesis, the “old” Charlotte, scared and briefly naïve looking at the more confident woman for approval.
“I think I’d look nice… in something that was form-fitting… than became loose at the bottom…. Something strapless…
Only time…
I’m getting married…
And all…
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What do you think? ”
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tags: genesis, cato, huck
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