a wedding!

Kristina

“You must be out of your fucking mind,” I spit at him.

He digs into his meal for the seventh time, ignoring my comment.

I pick up my bag, and rise to my feet.

“If you move an inch from this table, it'll take me just three seconds to ensure I destroy everything you've ever built for yourself. Your sister will despise you. The entire world will know who you are, and what you have done.” He threatens,

I grip my one, and only birkin tighter, and then with a curse under my breath, I return back to my seat.

“I'm not murdering anyone for you.”

“I never asked you to.”

“But you just said-”

“I said you will help me do it. You couldn't shoot a gun if your life depended on it.”

With a hiss, I press my ass back on the chair.

I clamp my lips shut. I have to tell Callum about this.

I stare at him as he munches through his meal. The only similarity between both brothers is that they both have long hair, and stony eyes.

Every other thing is a contradiction, especially the tattoos. Callum without a spot of tattoos placed before his brother with a mirage of them is like an opposite universe.

“Will you tell me what you want me to do for you, or do you just enjoy my company?”

He chuckles slightly, taking a hold of the glass of water. I watch him chug down the water, then lean back, still facing me.

He stares at me for what feels like minutes, but I refuse to bend under his scrutiny.

“I've changed my mind,” he says, “I don't want Cal dead.”

My heartbeat finally drops.

“I want him alive to see the repercussions of what he's done.”

Oh God.

I narrow my eyes on him. “Can you take me out of your little family feud?”

“No,” he replies, wiping off with his napkin. He gets to his feet, and then offers me a sweet smile. “We don't have much to talk about today, Kris. I just wanted to see up firsthand. It's good that you dressed to impress, because I am in fact very impressed.” He says, with a wink.

My stomach churns.

“Take care,” the final words leave his mouth, and then he walks out.

I am still in the restaurant, stunned to my bones.

I remain there for long minutes, until the buzzing of my phone picks my attention. I turn to find Lori calling.

“Hello,” I say as soon as I pick up the phone,

“Hi, where are you?”

I consider lying, but then I already have enough lies on me.

“I'm at the local luxe pub, but I'm just about to leave though.”

“Oh, no, no. There's no point leaving, I'm already headed there.”

“Why?”

“I wanted us to have dinner, and chitchat, but since you're already out, it's more than perfect.”

I go silent, and then she speaks again.

“Wait…why are you at the local luxe? Are you on a date? I wouldn't want to interrupt.”

“Not really, but I was.”

Technically, that wasn't a lie.

“That's alright. Expect me in five minutes.”

She got here in a shorter time.

I watch as she walks up to me surprisingly in the same black dress, and hairdo, only that her makeup is lighter. My heart clenches in my chest knowing I have to get up to meet her. Everyone will turn to stare at us, and the attention will a hundred percent be on her.

They won't see that we're matching outfits, they will see that I look less impressive in the dress. I consider not getting up, but that would spook even more attention, so I get on both feet.

As soon as she sees me, she wraps her arms around me.

“You look…”she sniffs, “and smell so fucking good.”

I beam out a smile.

We both sit down. She begins to chatter about the stress of planning a wedding while I drift off.

My sister had never been a bad person. Yes, she had her flaws, but she loved me like no one could. No one. She was my youngest sister, and my only priority in life, but I couldn't help it whenever I saw her walk into a room. She always stole the show. She was always the center of attention. Beautiful was an understatement, my sister made the stars shine even brighter. She made the sun warmer, and if she wanted to, she could make the winter ice colder.

That was why I knew Callum would choose her as the perfect bride. Who didn't want to own her?

I on the other hand was just a wallflower. Often insignificant, and unseen. It was my personality now.

Her voice pulled me from my trance, “are you alright?”

I nod.

“You haven't touched your food.”

I look down to find out the server has already brought my plate. I begin to dig in.

“I was thinking the color for the party should be brown.”

“Brown?” I asked, stunned.

“Yes, is it bad?”

“Lori, every color looks stunning on you, so you're not exactly the best in choosing colors for others.”

She laughed gently, “what do you suggest?”

“In a wedding, you're allowed up to three color themes. I'd suggest coral blue, gold, and burgundy.”

She scrunched her nose up for a minute, then nodded, “you know what? You're absolutely right! We will go with those colors.” She says, typing them into her phone.

“What hall do you think we should use?”

“I can arrange that, it's not biggie. I'll go on an inspection tomorrow.”

“Thank you!” She exclaimed, “Cal, and I are already going cake tasting tomorrow so I was wondering how I would get this all done.”

“You do know you can employ a wedding planner right?”

“I know, and I will, but you know weddongs only happen once in life. I have to get this right. I'm not getting married twice.”

Her words cut through me like a butcher's knife.

I smiled gently, and picked up my fork. Maybe it was better for me to cover the hole in my heart with food.

We continued our meal in silence as she tapped furiously on the phone, until she began to speak.

“Kris, you took a course in event planning, didn't you? For half a year, I think.”

“I did,”

“Then you should be my event planner!”

What?

My face dropped to the floor.

“Why?” I asked, confused.

“Don't you want to do it?” Her smile faded.

“I do. I do, it's just that… why?”

“You're an event planner. You're spectacular in everything you do, and you're my sister. This will be a big day for both of us, and you know me better than anyone else. Moreover, if this wedding goes well, you could start a career in billionaires event planning. It'll boost your career, and we all know how much you love it.”

I looked at her with serious intensity. There was no escaping this.

I sighed, “fine, then. I'll be your event planner.”

She squealed, walking across her side of the table to mine, and giving me a big hug.

“I'm so glad you'll be giving me my dream wedding.”

My heart cracked a bit further. I would be giving her my dream wedding, and nothing could hurt more.