Chapter 1
1309 Words
_ The Wedding _
Three years earlier....
TERRA
"Yes. I do."
The guests clap as Amira wipes the tears from her green eyes.
I rub her back, standing behind her.
I knew she would get this emotional on her wedding day. She's always been the emotional one.
Darren stands close to her, holding her hand. His dark eyes are glassy with tears. Bliss is written all over his face as he looks at my sister.
I know that Amira loves this man. But it's clear that he loves her more. He couldn't wait to tie the knot and make her his.
He's the only man that makes me have a little belief in love.
"You may kiss the bride."
He swoops Amira in his arms, planting a passionate kiss on her lips.
The guests awe at the newly wed couple. They are just so adorable together.
I snap a pic and put it up on my w******p status.
My phone buzzes.
A message from Ren, replying to my status.
Ren
Stop drooling on Amira's man and get yours!!!!!
Me
Ugh! Get a girlfriend first!!!
Ren
So that you get all jealous and lonely without me?
Me
You're so full of yourself bro!!!
Ren
Have you met you?
"Terra! Terra!"
I look up and see the familiar brown eyes.
Dalia.
She looks stunning in the silky gown she's wearing. She drags me to the reception area.
"They are cutting the cake and the f*****g best maid is nowhere to be seen!" She facepalms, pulling my arm.
I chuckle.
"It's not like I'm the cake."
She scowls at me.
"Well I wish you were the cake so that we would eat you up and be done with you once and for all!"
Apparently, this woman is my best friend. And she clearly wants to get rid of me.
Amira is cutting the cake when we get to the reception area. Relief washes over her when she sees me.
I was just outside texting Ren but my sister acts like I was kidnapped or something. One of the many reasons I love her. She's supercaring and super protective of me but sometimes it can be a little too much.
The couple cuts the cake as the guests cheer. I take this chance to text Ren.
Me
Wish you were here dude.
Ren
Miss me already?
Me
Nah. I miss depressing and frustrating someone.
Ren
You have Dee for that.
Me
I'm driving her crazy. She's all over the place...
Ren and Dalia are my best friends. The three of us have been the best of friends for the past three years since we met in college.
Ren and Dalia are childhood bestfriends and they added me into their little mix when the three of us were grouped for a school project. We have been friends ever since. I even moved in with them after we grew closer. We couldn't stay apart.
But my sister and Dalia's brother falling in love was pure coincidence. It's great that my best friend and I get to be family forever.
Ren
Dee is still mad at me?
Me
Obviously.
Ren
Honestly, why is she overreacting? I said sorry. I keep texting her and she keeps leaving me on read.
Me
You know Dee. She will talk to you when she feels like it. Plus, you have to do more than your silly sorries.
Ren
What more can I do?
Me
How about you buy her a private jet?
Ren
Great idea! Wow! How didn't I think of that?
"Terra?"
It's Dalia.
Again.
"Who did I kill this time?" I chuckle, looking up from the screen of my phone.
She laughs and pulls me in a big hug.
"Can you believe it?"
"What?"
"We will be family forever. We will be aunts to the same nieces and nephews," she shrieks. "That's like the coolest thing, dude!"
"Being aunts is the coolest thing?"
She rolls her eyes.
"No. Us being family forever."
I nod in agreement and change the topic.
"Aren't you going to forgive Ren already? You've been mad at him for an entire week. That's punishment enough, don't you think?"
"Well, he will think twice before he f***s some slut in our house again!" She snorts.
"But Ren has been doing that for the last three years, Dee!" I argue. "What's different?"
"He f****d the slut on our f*****g couch, Terra!!! Our f*****g couch! That's what's different! The couch that we sit on! The couch that we cry on. The couch that we eat on and sleep on when we are watching a movie. That's what's different." She pauses. "The couch."
That was a week ago.
Dee is still mad at him.
Ren is still begging for forgiveness. And I'm caught in the middle of all this unnecessary drama.
Ren was supposed to be here. Unfortunately, Dee demanded that he doesn't come to the wedding.
"Okay. But that's not the first time he has done that, Dee. Plus, you also do that with your numerous flings. I have caught you a couple of times doing some 'PG stuff' on our couch. Ren doesn't get mad at you for weeks, does he?"
"So you're picking sides now?"
"No. I'm being realistic Dee." I point out. "I don't get why you are so mad at him yet you do the same thing."
Dalia and Ren both bring their flings at home, mostly Ren. They both have a phobia of relationships. The thought of a relationship scares the s**t out of them. Well, I'm kind of like them. Just that I don't have flings to bring home. I just hate relationships and everything to do with them. Including s*x.
"You think I'm overreacting?" Dee asks in a squeaky voice.
I sigh.
"Finally!"
"I think I will make him pancakes tomorrow morning."
Ren loves the smell of pancakes in the morning. That's Dalia's way of saying sorry to him.
"And if you're not okay with him bringing girls then COMMUNICATE!" I stress. "Isn't that what adults do?"
"You should be some mediator you know?" She says. "I'm so f*****g serious by the way, Terra."
Someone clears her throat behind us.
I look over my shoulder to see Mom.
"Girls?"
"Mom." I smile, throwing my arms around her shoulders.
We have not found time to talk since I was busy with all the "best maid" stuff. I miss her. I've not seen her in months. She lives miles away and I've been crazy busy with school.
Dalia excuses us.
Mom pulls me in her arms again.
"I missed you kiddo."
"Me too, Mom."
She pulls away from me and stares at Amira, dancing slowly to the music with her husband.
"I can't believe my baby is taken," she says, tears shining in her eyes. "And then you will be next and I will be left all alone."
I pull her closer.
"Nobody will take me away from you, old woman. You're stuck with me. I promise."
"The right time will come and you will -"
"Find the right person and I'll get married and live happily ever after." I cut her off. "You've said that a million times, Mom. But it's never going to happen. At least not for me."
A sad smile draws on her lips.
"It's because the right person has not come yet."
"Or maybe the right person doesn't exist."
She looks at Amira again, her smile spreading.
"Just look at how happy your sister is. Don't you also want that for yourself?"
I can't keep having this conversation with her.
"Mom, excuse me. I need to use the washrooms." I lie. "I'll be back."
And that's how I escape the conversation.
On my way, I bump into someone I did not expect to see today.
Ripped jeans.
Cheap cologne.
Cute face with a cocky grin.
"Ren?"
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- Writer
