"Eggplant colored dresses right?" Kay asks as I sit in the waiting room. We are back at the same store we were at yesterday to find bridesmaids dresses.
"I'd prefer that yes," I grin as I pull out my phone, "don't disappoint me."
"We will!" Quinn smiles as she follows back a sales lady.
I wait while I play on my phone. Each of them is going to pick out a dress then I chose my favorite. Or I'll let them all get the dress they chose. I haven't actually decided yet. They are wearing the purple dresses, matchings the groomsmen, and their flowers are going to be a navy and a little bit of gold. I just wanted some colors that I thought would look pretty, I didn't really take any suggestions from others.
"You all look great!" I smile as they all come out in their chosen dresses. Some are long and the others short. Each of the dresses fits their personality and it makes me realize that I want them to wear the dress that they chose. It's
It has been a week since I chose my dress for the wedding. Today we are all at my house, meaning Leon, my parents, his parents, all the bridesmaids, all the groomsmen, and my grandparents, deciding all the final decision for the wedding. My grandparents, really my grandma, insisted that they come over to make everyone snacks. My grandma just dragged grandpa along without giving him a choice. I'm glad they are here, grandpa isn't afraid to speak up if he knows I don't like something, I don't like speaking up against people often. "Cake is-" mom starts but I cut her off. "It is a four layered cake, squares," I tell her, "each layer is different. Chocolate, vanilla, strawberry, and marble." "Buttercream frosting," Leon says as my mom is writing everything down. I look up at Leon with a confused look. He told me I could decide everything, I wasn't wanting buttercream, I wanted whipped frosting. "Red wine for the wedding party t
"I can meet you at the Starbucks near your house in thirty minutes," I tell my brother over the phone. "Sounds good," my brother replies, "I'll see you in a bit." "Bye Blake," I say as I sign the bottom of a paper. We hang up and I stack the papers on my desk into the folder. I buzz Isabelle into my office and she quickly comes in. "Yes Ms. Harrison?" "Cancel my meeting at one thirty today," I tell her, "we'll reschedule it for tomorrow at ten." "I can do that," she smiles and leaves my office. I put the folder on the corner of my desk and grab my phone. I shove it into my purse before I sling my purse over my shoulder. My key lanyard is handing around my neck and I head down to the parking deck. I pull into Starbuck's parking lot and find a spot quickly. Blake's car is already parked so I'm guessing he is already sitting at a table inside. Once my car is parked I get out and lock it behind me
January 30 is an important day. If I forget it my best friend will probably kill me. It's Kay's birthday today and I'm so excited! This year we aren't going out all day which makes me super happy because that's all we've ever done. Today we are going to have breakfast at my house, watch a movie of her choice, then we'll cook lunch, after lunch we are going to do nails and hair, then we are going to Kay's place for clothes, then we are going out. She planned this all herself and she wanted to do my hair and nails after I told her no. Yet you can't really tell Kay no and get her to actually listen. "What are you doing?" Leon asks scratching the back of his head as he enters the kitchen. I turn towards him but I keep the plate in my hand. He leans against the door frame, moving his arms to cross across his chest. He's wearing a pair of black joggers that are handing low on his waist, showing the waistband of his boxers. "I'm getting everything ready for Ka
"Are you sure that I can wear this?" Kay squeals holding back a smile. "Of course," I tell her, "I don't think I could ever wear it. It's definitely more your style." "You are the best best friend ever!" Kay smiles as she hugs me, "Now I have to get into the dress. Be right back." I nod as she goes into my bathroom. I get off of my bed and look through my closet for an outfit for tonight. We are going to The Spiral again, it's Kay's favorite club, so I know not to wear anything with neon or white. They have those stupid lights that make you stand out like a sore thumb if you are wearing those certain colors. Believe me I've learned from that mistake. I mean wearing white isn't as bad as a hot pink, believe me when I say that I had a swarm of guys around me with that hot pink dress. I grab one of my black dresses out and set it on the bed. It is one that the designers from Paris made. It's an off the shoulder black dress wit
"O-Oliver?" I stutter once I find my voice. His black hair is tussled and his hands are shoved in the pockets of his black jeans. He takes a deep breath after I say his name before he starts to talk, "I'm so sorry Bianca." I look at him with my eyes going wide. "For what? Breaking my heart?" I choke out and feel my eyes start to sting. "Is it because of what happened in August?" My voice breaks at the end and a single tear rushed down my cheek. "No!" Oliver exclaims with a hurt look in his eyes. "I would never do that! I was going to stay by your side no matter what!" "Then why'd you leave?" I ask quietly. He comes closer to me and wraps his arms around me tightly. I don't try to get out of his arms I just stay put. "I'm not supposed to say," he whispers in my ear as he runs his hand through me hair, knowing it calms me down. I look up at him with pleading eyes and he lets out a defeated sigh. "You're dad came up to me that morning, like
One month later It's February twenty sixth. The day before my twenty fifth birthday. My parents wanted to have a dinner tonight, celebrating, so that I could hang out with my friends tomorrow. We are going to their house, Leon and his family are coming as well. I'm not terribly excited for this family dinner because last time we had one Blake came out as gay. Not that it's a bad thing, it's just I would've of rather had him say it when he was ready, not pressured. Leon has apparently been working more and staying at the office some night. I personally think he's crashing at his friend's place or a random chick's house. The other option is he comes home later because he's screwing his secretary that he hired a couple weeks ago. His old one was his father's, who decided to retire. Peggy was the sweetest lady I had ever met before. I'd have to go to his office some times because he'd ask Grayson to pick up something he left at home. Grayson would call m
Kay is picking me up in twenty minutes to go out tonight and my hair is almost done but my makeup I haven't even started. Leon is in the living room with his puppy Max. Max was at his parents house and we just got him today. Mrs. Bailey wanted to make sure that everything was done in the house before Max got here. It's been done for a while now, Mrs. Bailey just didn't want to give him back. Anyway Leon has been spending his whole day with his dog, not that I'm surprised by this. "Seriously Max!" I yell in frustration. He just ran into my bathroom and managed to knock off my dress and a few of my makeup things. Now I have my hair done and just have to put my lipstick on. Kay should be here an minute but I'm not rushing myself, it's my birthday after all. "Max go see Leon." Max barks at me then sits down facing me. I look at him with the tube of lipstick in my hand and he tilts his head to the side a little. "Max this isn't a treat buddy," I smile and scratch behind his ear,
"Jesus Christ," I mumble as I wake up. The sun is shining directly on me through the crack of the black curtains. Wait a second, my curtains are white, not black. I give my eyes a little bit more time to adjust before I look at my surroundings. Right by the bed is a small black nightstand with a lamp, next to the window is a small desk with stacks of paper on it, not to far away is a large dresser, then a closet door, straight in front of the bed there is a large TV mounted on the wall, at the foot of the bed there is a large brown box. Once I look past the TV I stop my breathing for a second. This is Leon's room. I may hardly come in here but most of the time I have to put Leon's laundry away otherwise it'll sit on the dryer for weeks. Then it occurs to me that I should probably look to see if Leon is next to me. I probably still have a little bit of alcohol in my system or my headache isn't letting me think straight. With one quick glance I realize that Leon is definitely