Zee could not control her fear.
“Oh my god!”
“I’m so sorry, Zee.”
“Wait a minute, does the game say crash a wedding or the wedding?”
“It says, crash the wedding,” Inara repeated. “Why?”
“Jesus Christ!” Zee said fearfully. “That would be Michael’s wedding.”
“How?”
“A wedding will just be any wedding,” Zee said wearily. “But the wedding is personal. It’s the one that currently relates to my life, sort of.” She also remembered Michael’s dire threat about making her suffer if she ever sought him out to use him again. “I am finished.” She added brokenly, her eyes clamming up with tears. “I am finished.”
“I’m sorry, Zee.”
Tears blurred Zee’s vision as she sat inside her car, parked before her home. Then she ended the call.
Inara looked at Lemuel and he hugged her comfortingly.
“It’s because she cheated the game. Now she just has to do the game’s dare.”
“Which is
Zee could not face the fire of anger in Michael’s eyes, so she shifted her gaze and just could not resist seeing the look on Cassy’s face. If looks could kill, she knew she would have been dead by now. Cassy was glaring daggers at her. Her eyes were full of hate and unbelief. It seemed like she was still trying to comprehend what was going on. Some of the spectators had risen in confusion and she could see Eve and Amy staring at her with hate in their heavily made-up eyes. Zee noticed for the first time, that Eve was holding a bouquet of white flowers. She guessed Eve was the Maid of Honor. The Priest raised his hands and waved at the guests. “People of God, please calm down, sit down, settle down. Do not fret. By God, this happ
Michael led Cassy into the privacy of the corridor and thrust the photographs into her hand. Then he folded his arms across his chest and quietly watched her reaction as she stood nervously before him, her eyes falling on the indecent pictures.She scanned the photographs, shame overwhelming her. Then she lifted her pleading eyes to his angry amber ones. “Please, I’m really sorry.” She implored him.“I’m trying to figure out how you hoped to prove your virginity to me.”"I…actually…” she began to stutter, and he gave her a curt wave of dismissal.“Let me guess.” He interrupted in the same vein. “You were going to cry and pretend it hurts, right? After all, it is said that some women do not bleed. They probably lost it from rigorous physical activity like exercise, right?”She started shaking her head in denial.“No?” he pressed. “Okay. Maybe you had plans of using the fake blood capsule, which I hear can be inserted a few hours before penetrative interc
With Michael steadily advancing behind her, Zee ran along the common hall that held the doors to each of the halls holding a wedding. She whipped past the double doors of the entrance and the moment she was outside the Church, she took hurried steps towards her truck. “Elizabeth!” she heard him thunder behind her, but she neither responded nor turned back around. Instead, she fished for her car keys inside her purse, her hands trembling. She managed to get a hold of the key and struggled to slide it into the keyhole between trying to open the car door and taking quick nervous glances behind her to catch a glimpse of an angry Michael storming towards her. Her heartbeat had escalated. Christ! He was close…so close. Her hands fumbled frantically with the keyhole, her eyes round with fear. Given her uncontrollable state of nervousness, she could not open the door on time and ended up turning around and backing herself against the car in surrender.
Zee searched for an excuse to avoid or delay doing as he had said. “They are …they are not in town.” She sputtered. “Tell them over the phone.” He said emphatically. Giving up on looking for even the least excuse, she gave him an imploring gaze, a frown, creasing her brow. “There is no love in this.” She said brokenly. He didn’t respond but focused his gaze on four of his best men who had emerged from the church and were searching for him with their eyes and body movements. Upon sighting each other, they hung around his range rover, working together to tear off the balloons and ribbons that decorated the vehicle. He returned his gaze to her face, taking in the nose ring she had on. To him, it stood there as one of her obvious signatures that marked her as unruly and thoughtless.
Her parents looked at her with interest. “Oh, my dear.” Her father said. “That is wonderful. I can tell it’s pretty serious.” She nodded in confirmation. “When are we meeting him?” her mother asked. “Soon.” She answered. “But I’ll be precise when we decide.” “Are you getting married?” her mother asked. “You’re too young.” “Hey, you were twenty when I married you.” Her father reminded her mom. “She’s twenty-two going on twenty-three.” Her mother shrugged resignedly. “How long have you known him?” her father asked. “For a long time,” Zee answered wit
Zee sat before her dressing mirror and watched her phone ring, the name, Stanley flashing across the screen. She was dressed in a little black dress, her hair held in a single braid that lay flat on her head and flowed down to rest on her back. She was wearing a black choker and other red accessories, her lips painted a bright shade of red lipstick. Her eye makeup as usual was smokey. She had her trademark nose ring in her hand, about to put it on but she was reminded of Michael’s warning-when I say I don’t want to see it on you again, I mean it… She hesitated for a moment. It wasn’t like she was going out with Michael. This was Stanley and he already knew who she was. If she appeared differently, it would look like she was trying to impress him or it would look like she was trying to c
As Zee parked her truck in the parking lot of the Oxbow hotel, she sighted Stanley waiting for her outside his car. Concerning his dressing, his attempt at decorum impressed her. Instead of saggy jeans and a T-shirt bearing vulgar texts, he was wearing a fitted dark green shirt atop white pants and dark sneaker boots. His stud earrings were still on though and he was looking good. As soon as he sighted her truck, he walked over to meet her. She stepped out of the car and they hugged heartily before separating. “You look so pretty, Zee. I’ll be the envy of the room.” Zee smiled. “Thanks. You look great, like a gentleman in many ways.” “Thanks. You can say that again. Let’s go.” He took her hand and they walked towards the glass heavyset double doors of the restaurant. The door attendant upon seeing them opened the glass door and greeted them to which they answered politely. Quiet live piano music filled the room from a corner wh
A small smile touched his lips as he perused Zee from head to toe, his eyes finally coming to rest on hers. “Elizabeth, my, you look fantastic.” Inara’s eyes traveled between Zee's and Michael’s face intermittently. Zee’s eyes fell. “Thanks.” She responded, her voice slightly croaky as it came out with the hint of a wavering whisper. “Fancy us meeting here. I see you even know Mrs. Arnold.” Zee lifted her gaze back to his and gave him a slight nod while Inara smiled at him. “We are best friends,” said Inara. “I’m surprised you know each other.” “We do,” Michael responded, snaking an arm around Zee’s waist and pulling her close to his side. “She’s my girlfriend.” Inara was confused for a moment as she looked from him to Zee. Didn’t Zee just say she was there on a date? “I thought you said…” she began but caught Zee’s entreating look and furtive shake of her head which told her not to ask the question she had been about t