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Weddings are one of the most remarkable events ever, only when you’re a guest and your relationship with the couples isn’t valid, all you have to do is sit and eat, and even dance, but only if you wanted to. That wasn’t my case. I had a close relationship with the groom, Sam, my best friend since birth. Our moms were best friends since high school; they went to the same college, and did everything together, except getting married to the same person, of course. Sam and I grew up watching our moms, their friendship, the love they had for each other, and how well they tolerated each other. Until last summer, when Sam’s mom, Anita, died of leukemia, mom was devastated so, she traveled to the place she and Anita had planned to go when either Sam or I get married. They had their bet on Sam, and they were right. Sam and I knew we wanted something like that, or even better than what they had because they had a beautiful friendship, so we did everything together. We did stuff just like they had done, I also let Sam wear a tampon with me when I had my period for the first time when I was thirteen and Sam was fourteen, it felt weird and disgusting, but we made it through school that day.
I smiled at my best friend, looking very clean and sharp in his tuxedo. Sam had always been a hottie, just kidding, not ever, let’s say he had a beautiful face and a lean body, then our fathers started taking him to the gym with them when Sam was fifteen. He has all the characteristics of a hot man, perfect brown hair, teeth and smile, beautiful silver eyes, ideal height, and body. Sam got a lot of attention from the female population in all the schools we attended. Still, just one girl caught his attention, Michelle Walker, Sam claimed he saw her in a coffee shop, close to the company he works at, it was more of a group than a company, because, they had clubs, hotels, restaurants, you get what I’m trying to say, right? Anyway, it turns out the CEO is Michelle’s twin brother, Quinn, and she was on her way to him, when they met, so cute. They were in a relationship for nine months, and then Sam proposed.
“It can’t get any perfect than this,” he had told me, and I smiled because it was so cute, seeing a player, so whipped.
“I just hope you’ll find a man and stop breaking innocent hearts,” Sam dared to say to me.
“I’m going to let this go, only because you’re about to get married, and Michelle is such a sweetheart,” I told him, and he laughed at me as I adjusted his tie. I was so proud of him. He was taking a giant step in his life. I’m just grateful that I’m a part of it, and I’ll always be a part of his life.
“I know you said you don’t want to talk about this again, but you know, Quinn is a great guy. Why don’t you want to get with him?” He asked, rubbing my naked shoulders. This was Michelle’s fault. She said she wanted her maid of honor to break jaws and twisting necks, so she chose the dress for me. It was a peach-colored dress, sleeveless, as you’ve probably figured out, it was sitting comfortably on my thighs as it clung to my curves for dear life, the embroidery was nicely and neatly done.
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It was a beautiful dress, no kidding, but just wasn’t for me, seeing as I couldn’t complain about the dress to the bride, because of the fear of losing my ears, I wore the dress.
“I’m glad, you know I don’t want to talk about Quinn so, let’s drop it” I smirked at him and sat on the couch that was provided in the room Sam was preparing in.
“I don’t even know, do you and Michelle talk about this and practice what you will say to me? Because this was the same thing she was talking about yesterday night,” I told him, frustrated about the talk. I had only met the man once. It was during a charity thing that his company organized. Sam hadn’t met Michelle yet, so, I was his date.
“Let me introduce you to my boss,” Sam had said and dragged me, literally, across the hall, just to meet a man I didn’t give two shits about. Lord knows I was expecting an older man in his fifties or sixties. Instead, it was a real-life Adonis, I know I said Sam was a hottie and all but, this man was in a different league, his chiseled jaw looked like it could cut through anything, so much that it scared me.
“Quinn, this is my best friend, Alex,” He said and turned to me, begging me to be kind to his boss, with his eyes “Alex, this is Quinn, my boss” he introduced and I smiled, being as polite as I could, Quinn didn’t bother to return the smile, he kept a straight face, his high cheekbones, reminding me how ugly my best friend was. He kept an unbothered look on his face as he assessed me from head to toe, such a rude fuck.
“Pleased to meet you finally.” were the only words he said to me that night, and from the look on his face, he wasn’t pleased with all, if he had his way, I’m sure he would’ve sent security to help me out of his building. He was so rude and unwelcoming, so I told Sam I never wanted to see the man again. According to Sam, Quinn, and I had a connection. Still, we were too high up on our horses to notice when Michelle heard about it, she made it her mission to make Quinn and I meet and rekindle our connection. Thankfully and very fortunately for me, all their plans never worked, Quinn and I never set eyes on each other, it’s just sad to think that all my efforts never to set sights on Quinn will be going down to shit today, because, I couldn’t ditch the wedding, or the couples will kill me.
“I can’t believe you judged him based on your first impression of him,” Sam laughed, sitting on the couch with me. “I didn’t judge him, he judged himself” I corrected, Quinn was full of himself, full of shit and the worst part is that he has no one to tell him, everyone kisses his ass, which is just really sad.
“Look, I promise you that he’s a good person and you judged him too quickly, just imagine you’re meeting him for the first time today and try to be nice sir,” he said, smiling at me as a father would.
“The only problem is that this is not the first time, and my imagination doesn’t work, sir,” I told him, and he laughed out loud.
QUINN
“Hey, fathead, what are you thinking about?” Michelle, my twin sister, asked, hugging me from behind as I stared outside the balcony, with my arms folded.
“You know, you should be happy and keep a smile on that face of yours, if you aren’t going to do it for yourself, at least, do it for me, it’s my fucking wedding day” she whined, I smiled and turned to her,
“I’m only mad because you’re trying to get makeup on my shirt” I smiled at her, and she laughed. I was so happy for my sister, she deserved all the happiness in the world, and thankfully, Sam was offering just that. I was a bit skeptical about him at first because, despite his excellent work, all he ever talked about was his best friend, there was no single day that passed by that Sam didn’t mention his best friends name, Alex, it felt like he was in love with her or worse, obsessed with her. It was true that she was beautiful, she had a pretty face and a banging body, but that was it, there was nothing special about her, maybe it’s because I had such high standards about her. At some point, I thought Sam was trying to play Michelle, you know, get with her because she was my sister, that wasn’t the case, he genuinely loved her, their relationship was admirable.
“Remember what we talked about Quince, be nice” Michelle warned, and I nodded, I didn’t promise anything but, I was going to try my best for my sister.
“This will be the first time since that charity event. That’s a long time,” Alex laughed nervously. I don’t know Michelle and Sam’s deal with the girl. They’ve been singing this same shit since the week started. Don’t get me wrong, I love my sister, and Sam’s just like the brother I never had. I just felt like strangling them whenever they mentioned her name. It felt like Alex cursed them and turned them into super puppets or something.
“Whatever! It’s almost time, let me see Sam, to be sure he does not have any cold feet,” I told her, and she laughed.
“Stop saying shit like that to me, it’s scaring me” she cried out, I laughed at her on my way out.
When I got to the door to Sam’s room, I couldn’t help but notice that the door was slightly open, look I’ve never had the peeping or eavesdropping habit, but I couldn’t help myself as I peeped into the room.
“I said come here” I heard a female voice say, it couldn’t be anyone else but her, Alex. I put my head, more into the open space, I didn’t know why I was doing this like I was waiting for something to happen. I couldn’t see them per se, just their reflection on the floor-length mirror that adorned the room; Sam walked to Alex, and she grabbed both sides of his face, then leaned in, what in the hell were these two thinking? What the hell was that slut doing on her best friend’s wedding? Let’s not even get into the part that Michelle literally worships the ground Alex walks on. They’ve been friends for what? A year? And this is how Alex decides to pay her back? By kissing the guy, Michelle is supposed to get married in a few hours? See? This is the reason I never liked her in the first place, I always thought she was pretending to be best friends with Sam, in the open, and fucking him behind close doors. She was such a tool, and I was very disappointed at Sam. I retraced back my steps to Michelle’s room, I stood in front of the door, contemplating if I should tell her about it or not. If I did, the wedding was going to be delayed. She’d be hurt. I didn’t want to see my sister hurt, not for any reason. I took a deep breath and decided I was going to take care of the matter later, after the wedding, I was going to show Sam and Alex that they messed with the wrong brother. I turned around, ready to march to Sam’s room while sporting the fakest smile ever. Still, today wasn’t just my lucky day as I found the devil’s cohort, staring at me like I grew a second head. I shot her a nasty look but coated it with a smirk, and immediately, Michelle opened the door, like she knew Alex and I were standing outside the room.
“Lexi! You have no idea how much I’ve been wait- Quinn? What are you doing here? I thought you went to see Sam,” Michelle said to me, confusion etched on her face like a little girl.
“OUUU!!! You look beautiful, Mami,” Alex distracted Michelle, opening her arms wide as she engulfed Michelle in a hug. Was she feeling guilty about what she just did? Hypocrite.
“I told you, you’d look fine in that dress,” Michelle complimented, and Alex smiled, the guts!
“I thought you were going to give up being my maid of honor and be Sam’s best lady instead,” Michelle cried, and Alex laughed, this was too much for me to watch.
“Quinn, what are you still doing here? And did y’all say hi to each other?” Michelle asked, and I gave Alex a brief curt nod, which she returned like she didn’t want to.
Just watch, I’ll make your life miserable, Alexandra.
