Mistakenly Forgotten

6. The Wedding Dress

“We’re almost there!”

Ariana yelled out loud, wearing the headphone over her head, strapped into the seat of the cockpit, handling the gears and wheels of the luxurious private jet with fifteen windows.

She checked on the dials and buttons once more, and turned her head sideways, peeking out in the cabin, just to see her insolent brother, lying back on the beige Rexene couch seat. She rotated the wheel sideways, letting the plane sidle a little as Vincent rolled off the couch. He growled getting up and standing straight, looking ahead of him to see Eve sitting on the couch opposite to him, with a bored expression and watching videos on her phone. He groaned, getting up and walking past her to sit right next to Ariana on the other co-pilot seat.

“What the f**k is your problem?” he complained rubbing his forehead that had hit pretty harshly on the floor.

“I am flying my ass off here and you are f*****g sleeping! We need to focus douche!” she yelled at him, fixing the latitude information in the plane.

“What else am I supposed to do. You won’t let me fly as well.” He complained back.

The usual bickering of the two siblings was nothing unusual, so listening to their protruding noise of argues, Eve raised the volume of phone and focused watching “Big Little Lies’ until something hard hit her head.

“Ouch!” she squirmed getting up and looking at the empty plastic bottle Vincent used to hit her head.

“What the f**k?” she complained.

“Where’s the picture of the girl, we’re supposed to take?” he asked, turning ahead of him and trying to flick through switches, while Ariana slapped his hand.

“Why the f**k would I have that?” she yelled back walking towards the cockpit.

“Then why the f**k are you on this mission?” Vincent retorted.

“I don’t know, she asked me to come along.” She pointed towards Ariana. “Besides, I thought you were supposed to have all the information on every mission?” She alluded at Vincent who had a weary expression on his face.

Vincent squinted in daze, remembering the mission file Lucas had sent by one of his men to Vincent; in fact it was a woman. He squinted remembering the incident;

“Well… Lucas had sent in his assistant, Framboise...”

“That French w***e!” Ariana grunted.

“Hey, be respectful.” Vincent snapped, “Now… let me remember… she brought me the mission itinerary and then I remember she had these enormous tits.” Vincent pointed by my mimicking cup size over his chest, “And then one thing led to another and we ended up sucking each other’s body parts… and the itinerary… I guess there was some pulling out and some explosion that happened on some papers…”

“Eww, you dumb weeb!” Ariana and Eve began slapping Vincent who winced in response.

“You puked your dumb semen out on our mission itinerary…how could you?” Ariana complained.

Vincent growled and took out his phone, “I’ll try searching the location. Eve should try getting a picture of the girl.”

“Wait! We’re k********g someone?” Eve asked and Vincent gave Ariana a scolded look.

“She wouldn’t have come.” Ariana defended herself back.

“Yeah, at least I am not the only one screwing our missions.” Vincent shrugged and began searching for the location to ‘Gordon Mansion’.

“And where is Brian?” Vincent asked.

“He’s in the bathroom.” Ariana groaned and everyone made a disgusted face.

“Eve, just get the image from the file I uploaded on our connected server.” Vincent ordered and surfed to grab the location for the mansion. His eyes finally settled on latitudes and longitudes to the mansion, followed by the image. 

His phone opened up the image of a brown colored, L-shaped bricked house, with hooved roofs inclined with outgrowing windows and two living room patios bulged out of the house structure, sandwiching the main door, while of the left side stood the closed garage door.

The front lawn of the house stood neatly shaped, while certain uniformed workers mowed and trimmed the bushes. The inside of the house was mill-crafted with wooden flooring, California wooden shelfs in both of the wood-crafted libraries on the two floors of the house. With wooden work, embedded throughout the large grey walled bedrooms and different combined, angular viewed living area with custom crafted artisan marble work throughout the kitchen, while chefs and maids stood preparing the morning brunch.

It was an unusually quiet morning in the mansion; where there was no sign of usual chiminess. From upstairs led by the wooden spiral case, in the middle of the foyer, could be heard groans and complains of a hoarse feminine voice.

“What in the f**k?” Arya complained, shielding her eyes from the blinding sunlight that felt searing through her entire body. She groaned, pulling her duvet over her body. Her entire room was a furnace of brown and woods, with a red oak wooden bedpost, adjoined to the wall adjacent to the large window.

“Get up!” Valerie voice in anger, pushing Arya up.

She groaned and got up, throwing her head against the wooden furniture support.

“What in the f**k?” she screamed and grabbed her throbbing head. The symptom was enough to define her that it was a hungover and she had been drinking last night.

It wasn’t an unusual, after-party weekend thing for Arya. It was her every usual morning, where she may or might not remember the events from the previous day. She only stored a countable number of memories about her family.

“Where are you on your memory?” Valerie asked in scolding tone that Arya noticed and hissed, knowing something bad must had happened that vexed Valerie.

Val took a seat besides Arya and getting into the sheets. She was still in her night clothes. She passed down a glass of water and certain pills to Arya. They weren’t any usual hangover pills but Arya’s neuro-pills subscribed by her neurologist.

Groaning, looking at the three different colored pills in Valerie’s hand, Arya took them in and drank water.

“I still remember, you being my favorite sister.” Arya gave her dimple studded cheeky smile. The kind of the smile that shined bright and could anyone soft to the core. Her green eyes reflected pure innocence and for a minute Valerie’s heart melted but she regained her anger remembering how Arya acted out last night.

“Do you have any idea what you did last night?”

“Amnesia Power!” she screamed with excitement.

It was her signal to tell that she remembered nothing, which only made Valerie roll her eyes.

“And I only want you to remind me if I slept with some hot dude and/or dudes.” Arya smirked, winking at Valerie, whose mouth hung open at her sister’s bold shamelessness.

“You wanton.” Valerie slapped her forehead making her wince, “You could never sleep with any guy because all you do is beat the crap out of them.”

Arya chuckled a little, “Did anybody get a video?”

Valerie groaned in annoyance, knowing how much incessant her sister’s notorious behavior is.

“I did!” Bianca entered the room, chiming with excitement. Arya jumped out of her place and crawled towards the edge where Bianca who was also in her night-wear sat down and showed Arya the video of her combat against Lachlan and his friends.

“Muscle Memory!” Arya screamed with enthusiasm.

“You two are s**t-heads.” Valerie called them out, “David called me this morning saying that the club has banned us!”

“Thank God!” both Bianca and Arya stated in unison and chuckled.

“That place was like a rotting dickhole.” Bianca concluded.

“Only the old and desperate wanted to go there!” Arya added.

“You two are such dimwits!” Val complained again.

“I have been saying that for the past many years!”

They all heard a seductive tone calling them out and rolled their eyes in unison to turn towards the door and see a tall brunette, with flashy slim legs endorsed by a pair of denim shorts and a crop white top flashing her toned abs and belly button, walk inside the room and slumping over the wing chair by the window, kept her gaze stuck outside.

“You’re back Lana!” Valerie asked, plainly without any excitement.

“I had to be, can’t miss your wedding.” She looked at the trio and a vicious smirk played over her surgically enhanced plump lips.

“Oh, hey to you too!” Bianca butted in, showing her disappointment in her sister.

Lana strutted her tanned legs, shifted one over the other and looked back at her sisters’ wearing a worn expression.

“Heard, you all got banned from the Plaza.” Lana smirked, while the three rolled their eyes, knowing how their sister was going to ridicule them over the miniscule matter.

“Guess, it is a better achievement then being a nothing-dependable-leech over your family.” Lana added with a smirk, attacking Arya in particular.

Both Bianca and Valerie shook their heads, knowing how disappointing their sister’s behavior was.

Arya rolled her eyes, “At least a better achievement than being an asshole towards your sisters.” She retorted making Valerie and Bianca laugh.

Lana squinted her eyes hatefully at Arya. The two never got along, especially due to Lana’s behavior. Initially, the entire family thought that Lana was envious of Arya’s care and attention she received from the entire family but once they started putting equal attention to even Lana, they realized that she was just a hungry fish to create a puddle of drama around her.

“Aww, it’s cute how you consider me your sister.” Being the bitter person, she is Lana attacked.

“Lana!” Valerie warned her but Arya held her hand, silencing Valerie, not wanting herself to be the reason for an argument between two sisters.

“Oh of course not!” Arya retorted back, “I am glad my amnesia makes me forget I am even remotely related to you.”

A small smile appeared on Val and Bianca’s lips and Lana simply rolled her eyes, having no more comebacks.

A sound of clumping footsteps echoed in the hallway, rushing towards Arya’s room. Everyone turned towards each other and dreaded as soon as the door’s room opened.

A tall blond woman, with streaks of grey, followed by a cleansed, shiny white skin, frowned at the corner of her lips and wrinkled around her circle grey eyes. A Greek nose, rested on her face with scrunched lines of wrinkles paved around her neck, showed off her age. She wore a grey sleeveless jumpsuit and stood in the middle of the room, gawking at the ladies, in front of her.

“Why in the hell are you still in your bed?” she gritted in anger, in a sophisticated manner.

All the girls groaned and tilted sideways, while the lady spoke up.

“It is almost eleven and none of you showed up for breakfast because of your toxic notorious partying last night.” The lady began with her rant while Valerie, Bianca and Arya groaned and rolled over the bed.

“No, you three have been as irresponsible as it gets.” She began and looked at Val who was just as tired as the two, “You, young lady, are getting married tomorrow and I do not expect this behavior from you. We have the photoshoot appointment at two. Now get your asses, the dresses have arrived.”

“Why do we even have to do this mom?” Bianca butted.

“Hate, to say it but I kind of agree with Bianca here.” Lana shrugged.

The lady turned towards the girls again and gave them one angered look which was enough to tell that she was already furious enough and there was no need to trigger her anger anymore.

She was their mother and commissioner Gordon’s wife; Laura Gordon.

“I know why you are doing this.” Arya spoke, getting out of the bed and walking towards her aunt and cousins. Everyone gave her a confused look.

“I know aunt, you’re doing all this only for me.” She stalked towards Laura and stood facing her straight.

Laura was rendered speechless. She had loved Arya as her own child and wished nothing but pure happiness for her. Before Valerie’s wedding she demanded all the four girls to get into white dresses that they got to choose on their own. She was a survivor of Breast Cancer and wished to see all of her daughters in a wedding dress, before anyone of them got married, scared that she might not be able to see all of them getting married.

“What bull crap are you taking about?” Laura sternly stated at Arya, deep inside afraid her truth had been unmasked. She was more persistent at having that pictorial because she was over-protective of Arya and wondered if she would ever meet someone nice and even remember about loving him.

“I know you are afraid that I may never get married.” Arya held Laura’s shoulder and made her look right into her eyes. The whole room went into utter silence, knowing that it was the major reason of Laura’s pictorial demand. A hint of guilt flashed right across Laura’s eyes and it was the moment Arya burst into fits of laughter.

“Oh God! Look at your face.” She laughed out loud and everyone grunted in anger. Laura gave her a stern look, crossing her arms across her chest.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” she slapped Arya on her shoulder.

She winced with the impact, “I am sorry.” She posed her infamous puppy eyes, which instantly melted Laura’s heart. Arya smiled, wrapping her arms around Laura’s shoulders.

“You know how much I love you.” She pecked her aunt, who patted her head.

“Now get ready!” Laura ordered the girls and everyone began leaving the room.

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Arya walked out of the bathroom, all freshened up with a towel wrapped like a turban around her head and a robe hugging her body.

She smiled looking at the large plastic jacket placed on her now neatly made bed. Picking up the jacket, opening it up to reveal the flowing white dress inside. She got it out and walked towards the walk-in closet, opening the single squared wooden door and getting inside the small space, that had two rows on each side and a black ebony wooden vanity placed in the front with a wall-length mirror placed right next to it. She attached the dress to her body and smiled, seeing the flow of the white gown, fluffed down the waist.

A glint of sorrow crossed her face. Laura had asked each one of them to pick a dress of their own choice and keep it with them, as they will be wearing this on their wedding. While Valerie would be wearing hers soon, Arya wondered herself if she would ever be able to get married and wear this dress to walk down the aisle, where someone would be standing and waiting for her.

She sighed, putting the dress aside and put on a fake smile to make sure nobody knows her real concerns. This was Arya, she might forget a lot of things but it came to her naturally to never express her true feelings, always having a natural instinct at protecting her emotionality at every cost. Hence, it always made her emotionally stronger than anything.

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Arya walked out her room, her brown hair flowing down in waves over her bare shoulders, spaghetti white straps, embodied her shoulders, flowing down behind her back crisscrossing until the lower of her back, where the dress flowed down like a white wave, circling her waist below.

She walked down the narrow hallways until she reached towards Valerie’s room, where she saw David standing outside the room and knocking on the door.

“Just let me see, please!”

He seemed to be pleading something to Valerie, who shouted back from inside stubbornly, “No!”

“What’s going on?” Arya asked, stepping ahead and grabbing David’s attention.

He always wore studded suits or formals but today he seemed to be in a casual attire, in white polo and khaki shorts.

“Hey!” David smiled looking at her, dressed beautifully like a bride. “You look really pretty.”

He was always sweet towards Arya. He knew about his fiancé’s care and love for Arya, so he compelled to her, which was another turn-on point for Valerie. David’s chivalry.

“Is Arya there?” Bianca asked from inside the room.

“Yes?” David looked confused between the door and Arya.

The door opened up revealing Bianca, who had chosen a mermaid cut full sleeves lacy white dress, wearing a veil. She grabbed Arya and dragged her inside the room, pushing David inside.

“Hey! Please let me come inside as well.” He complained.

Arya went inside the room, only to see Valerie sitting on her vanity in nervousness. Her room was almost as similar as Arya, expect a little wider and a vanity placed at the vertical corner of the room.

“Oh my God!” Arya gasped looking at Valerie, dressed in a silk, white off-shoulder dress, that had a thick band of clothe strutted around her arms, leaving the rest of her arms bare.

“Well?” Valerie asked with curiosity.

Arya’s eyes filled with tears, looking at her sister, dressed up like a princess from the fairytales, she remembered once being told off about by Valerie herself.

She stepped ahead and hugged Valerie, “You look the most beautiful woman on earth.” She held her sobs and pecked her sister’s cheek, “I am going to miss you.”

Listening to her words, Valerie’s eyes filled with tears, “Please…” she almost pleaded not to let her cry.

“Can we please save the cries for tomorrow?” Bianca jumped in hugging both Valerie and Arya. The two laughed and nodded their heads, clearing away the tears at the corner of their eyes.

Laura stood at a corner and watched the sweet encounter between her daughters. The door to the room opened up and Valerie, gasped scrunching behind her sisters who shielded her only to see an old man, entering inside the room.

He wore a plaid white shirt, tucked into his formal pants with a thick layer of mustache dangling over his lips and wrinkles frowned around the corner of his lips and eyes, with wrinkles smiting his neck, while his cheeks were covered with slight bulges of atrophic scars. He none other the infamous, Commissioner Jack Gordon.

He smiled looking at his daughters, dresses up like princess, “Oh! You all look beautiful.” He rolled in a thick valley accent, running a soft hand through his smoothened back hair.

The three girls rushed towards him and hugged him. Even for Arya, he wasn’t her father but felt more than it to her. As he took her in and took extremely good care of her, as his own daughter. He always took care of her medicines and even stood by her side throughout college and other years. Despite of being the Commissioner of the armed forces of the state of New York, he was a pure family man at heart.

“We are getting late, now shall we?” Laura chimed.

“I can’t go outside. David just flew in from Amsterdam to see me beforehand in my wedding dress because he knew I would be getting ready for the photoshoot. But I can’t have him see me before tomorrow.” Valerie pointed at the door.

“Wait! Where is Lana?” Arya asked.

“Oh! She isn’t feeling well so she decided to skip.” Laura shrugged sounding casual. The rest of the three also didn’t seem to bother much because they knew it was typical of Lana to bail out at end moments of important plans.

“What about David?” Valerie chimed the main question.

“I’ll handle him. You guys sneak out after five minutes and we’ll meet you at the studio.” Gordon announced moving out of the room, taking his wife along him.

The three waited for a while, until they sneaked out, with Arya and Bianca surrounding Valerie, in case David pops out from anywhere and they would hide her behind their dresses.

Luckily David didn’t show up and they successfully sneaked Valerie, inside the car, while Bianca and Arya waited outside for Laura.

“Jeez, what is taking Mom and Dad so long?” Bianca looked towards the main gate, complaining. They had been waiting in the car for a while now.

“Didn’t they say, they would meet us the studio?” Valerie confirmed again.

All the three of them were busy chiming against each other that they didn’t hear their parents’ plan when they were scheming on getting rid of David.

“What if David was being stubborn and they had to kill him and now they’re is dumping his body in our estate lake?” Arya joked and turned towards the car to see Valerie who sat inside the car with the door opened and Bianca who stood outside, both giving her a dreaded look.

“Relax! I was just kidding. You guys shouldn’t take an amnesic so seriously. Like I am partially a lunatic.” She shrugged only to earn a slap on the shoulder by Bianca.

“Just shut up will you!” Bianca pointed at Valerie who was now hyperventilating.

“Oh God! Where are they? What if David pops out of nowhere and sees me! I don’t want him to see me.” Valerie sobbed lightly.

Arya groaned, “Fine!” she pointed at the chauffer, “You guys get to the location of the pictorial. I will bring Uncle and Aunt in another car.”

“But…” Bianca tried arguing but Arya pushed her inside the car.

“Just go okay? I will bring them.” She assured with a smile and Valerie smiled back at her.

Despite of having memory retention issues, Valerie knew that Arya was a responsible girl and she would complete her task off.

Valerie and Bianca drove off in the Maybach while Arya strolled inside the house, passing down the kitchen, to see only the house staff working there.

“Has anyone of you seen Laura?” Arya asked the scared young maid.

She nodded her head and pointed at upstairs.

Arya strolled up the stairs, carrying the back of her dress in her hand, to help her speed up her task. She passed down empty open doors of room, only until she passed down Lana.

Thinking that Laura might be inside Lana’s room, Arya was about to knock on the oak door until she heard a deep voice groaning on the inside.

She paused right there, her heartbeat dropping low as she wondered was happening inside.

On the other hand, Valerie and Bianca reached the studio where the photoshoot was going to take place. Getting out of the car, they were eyed by many people passing by the wide street of Upper East side, Manhattan.

Bianca’s eyes went towards another BMW standing two cars away from theirs.

“Wait! Val, isn’t it, Dad’s car?” Bianca pointed to Valerie, who looked just as confused, reading the number plate.

“Yes…” before Valerie could’ve finished Laura and Jack walked out of the studio.

“Come on get inside.” Laura demanded, fixing her hair, while Jack looked at the two confused sisters.

“Where is Arya?” He asked.

The two sisters looked at each other with utter indecision, “We thought you were still at the manor so Arya went in to get you guys.”

“But we told you we were going to meet you guys here, so we excused David and immediately came to the studio.”

“Just call Arya and get inside.” Laura ordered and moved inside.

Bianca picked her phone out of her bra, earning a look from Valerie.

“What?” she defended herself back, “Where have you kept yours?”

Valerie shrugged and pointed towards her breasts.

Arya on the other hand stood dreaded, outside Lana’s room. Her ears were ringing with the sounds of continuous grunts and groans coming from inside.

Her phone buzzed, began ringing loudly inside her clutch. She startled up and picked her phone out to cut Bianca’s call. She wiped the tears off her cheeks, realizing she had been dreading and crying over what she was anticipating to be happening inside the room, which still didn’t stop despite of her phone’s loud ringing.

Gathering every bit of courage inside her heart she opened up the door and gasped out loud looking at the two naked bodies, entangled into each other in extreme vulgarism.

Lana laid back on her bed, her legs wide open while David sat on his knees between Lana’s, his body bare of any clothing, holding Lana’s leg wide apart, while he pumped in and out of her.

Hearing the door open the two gasped and turned to look at a petrified Arya.

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