Where Do We Go From Here?

It was a few days after welcoming the New Year’s, and to be honest, I thought I would’ve been grounded. After our steamy sex session in—what I was later to find out in Austin’s father’s bedroom—Tony had to hotfoot me and Callie back to my house for curfew. Unfortunately we were hitting every red light from the valley, through the city, and towards the suburbs. It was frustrating to watch as time trickle by us with hasten steps while waiting with an impatient manor at every freaking stoplight.

Nevertheless, once Tony pulled up to the curb of my driveway it had already been 10 past one, in which that Callie and I were late for curfew. The realization of being late for curfew had sobered up my mind enough that I nearly died on the spot when I saw one of the lights from inside the house flick on. Anticipation and anxiety flooded in my bloodstream as I said my goodbye to Tony—skipping the long minutes where we usually linger in each other’s presence—and took hesitant steps to the house. Callie was drunk, but held a straight face and her balance as we entered my house. My mother stood off to the side with a mug in her hand and her bathrobe on. I was prepared for a lecture or even some form a chiding. However, we were greeted with a warm smile.

“How was the party?” My mother asked.

At a loss for words, Callie spoke up for the both of us. “It was fine. You know, nothing crazy just a few friends and some fireworks.” She lied coolly.

My mother let out a small laugh. “I hope you didn’t burn anything down.”

My tongue was literally tied in knots which made it hard to say anything, so I offered a chuckle—which even then it sounded a little weird.

“Of course not.” Callie spoke up. “We popped them on Austin’s driveway before discarding them in a bucket of water—you know, so there wouldn’t be some surprise fire and whatnot.”

I nodded in agreement.

“Well you girls go on up to bed. It’s late.” My mother said before retiring herself upstairs and in her bedroom.

It was then that I could finally breathe normally rather than holding it all in, in fear that if I were to open my mouth that the truth will come pouring out.

“Your mom must be in a dapper mood.” Callie commented under her breath.

“Right.” I replied. “I thought for sure that she’d give us an hour long lecture.”

“Must be the wedding planning that’s cheering her up. Well that, or…” Callie trailed off.

“Or what?” I asked.

“Or maybe your mom and dad got some.” Callie answered, making me cringe with disgust.

“Cal’s don’t make me throw up.” I warned.

“I’m being serious.” Callie countered.

Ignoring her latest comment—which was grotesque—I walked up to my room and took a shower before changing into my pajamas. I slept for the entire day and when I did happen to wake up, I had a slight hangover that made the idea of having a movie marathon in my bedroom sound completely perfect. Tony even came over and spent a lazy evening with Callie and I, watching the adventures of five hobbits, two men, a dwarf, and an elf.

Currently, my mother, Cassandra, Caroline, Ronnie, and I were heading down to Simply Elegant to pick out the wedding dress and bridesmaid dresses. My dispositions on weddings have grown immensely since I reluctantly accepted to be a bridesmaid. Cassandra, Caroline, and my mother have been constantly fretting over seating arrangements, hairstyles, and flavors of cakes nonstop these past few days that I almost tied a noose around my neck.

As we entered Simply Elegant, a snooty woman with delicate features and quizzical brow greeted us. However, it was far from a warm welcome. Ronnie and I were the black sheep at the moment, wearing casual clothing (i.e. jeans and a t-shirt). The snooty woman’s name turned out to be Siobhan, whom she steered us in the direction of some of the less pricey dresses. Cassandra said she didn’t mind it though because she didn’t was an extravagant dress she’d only wear once. The only preference though, was that it be Vera Wang—which in my mind was pricey even on the sale rack.

Caroline and my mother scanned the racks until finally stumbling upon a Vera Wang dress in which they both agreed was perfect. It was a drop back style with lacey designs. The bodice would cling to Cassandra’s willowy frame before subtly flaring out at the legs. The train itself had intricate designs, much like the lace that detailed the shoulders and lower back. Even I, a person who’d never given weddings much contemplation, thought that this dress was perfect. Ronnie, who was standing awkwardly by some mannequins, gave an approving nod. Cassandra set out to try on the dress, while my mother and Caroline continued to dig through the racks in hopes they could find bridesmaid dresses that met their standards. Cassandra’s friend she knew out in San Francisco was swamped and couldn’t oblige with creating a whole dress out of scratch. However, she did compromise to alter whatever bridesmaid dress she chooses to give it an air of originality—which is exactly what the mother’s were doing at the moment.

“How was your New Year’s?” Ronnie asked with a smirk.

I rolled my eyes in hopes that it’d cover my blooming, scarlet blush before answering “It was fine.”

“Anything worth reporting?” Ronnie asked.

I thought back to the alcohol tainted sex I shared with Tony and shook my head no. “It was a typical teenage party.” I replied impassively. “What happened after Callie and I left?” I asked, trying to change the subject.

“We spoke more on the wedding then segued into our upcoming New Year’s Resolution and then mom dropped me off back at West Brooke.” She replied. “It was completely out of control.” She added sarcastically.

“Yeah, you guys must’ve gotten totally bonkers.” I added.

Ronnie chuckled before we browsed through the racks upon racks of gowns. Caroline chose a simple light pink number that hit just below the knee. Ronnie picked out a dress that had hints of aqua and green in them. My mother chose a nice lavender color while I didn’t pick out anything since I am clueless about this kind of stuff. The dress Ronnie chose out was quite breathtaking, mostly because if she were to wear it it’d bring out the subtle hints of hazel in her eyes while falling beautifully over her delicate frame. The other two dresses seemed a little outdated and reminded me of the fifties. They had poodle skirts for crying out loud! When Cassandra emerged from the dressing room, all discussion halted. She was a vision—what a bride should look like. Even though her hair was twisted into a quick bun and you could see her bikini tan lines, she still looked breathtaking in that wedding dress.

Caroline started to tear up. “You look beautiful honey.” She complimented while dabbing at her eyes.

Cassandra blushed. “Mom, stop crying before you make me cry.” She gushed.

My mother clasped her hands together before saying “This is the one.”

Ronnie and I were silent while nodding in agreement. She was beautiful in all her glory. After twirling around and walking in front of the mirror a bunch of times, Cassandra was convinced that this $1,400 Vera Wang dress would be her wedding dress—even though it was on sale!

After leaving Simply Elegant—mind you, we didn’t even come to a decision on what the bridesmaid dresses would be—we went to the corner coffee shop called Crescent Caffeine Shoppe. While entering, I came to a sudden stop as I saw Tony sitting across of Carmen.

Notes

Filler with a suspenseful ending :3

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