rubbed a little more gently. She needed to cut that shit out.
"Thank you," she said, effectively relieving me of my duty.
"No problem," I said as I stepped away from her. I needed distance.
Scarlett came stomping out of the bathroom and into her room. Kallie went back to her laptop, clicking and typing away. I tiptoed into the living room and turned the TV on. It was probably best to avoid them at this point. When Scarlett put her mind to something, there was nothing that would stand in her way. I was sure this wedding wouldn't be any different.
"Okay," Scarlett said once she came back to the kitchen. "I'm ready to get back to work."
Kallie sighed and pulled out a notebook. I wandered into the kitchen out of curiosity. I could be walking into a death trap for all I knew. How could one hour of the day take so much work? What could all the books and papers even be for?
"Look, there are tons of websites that have checklists and things we need to get done. They are counting for a year of planning, but we need to settle and do it in a month or less."
"Got it boss." Scarlett saluted her. She really did look ready to dig in.
"Budget? How much can we spend?" Kallie asked. By the way Scarlett tensed, she hadn't thought about that.
"I don't know. Can we decide later?"
"No. We can't pick anything else without knowing what we have to spend."
Scarlett paced the room deep in thought. Although Adam claimed to own a string of quick oil-change spots, he never seemed to have much money. Scarlett paid for most of the dinners, especially if they ordered something here. His car was decent, but nothing compared to what he should be driving. The only sign of any wealth he did have sat on Scarlett's finger, bulky and sparkling.
"Traditionally," Kallie started. I could already tell she didn't want to say it. "The bride's parents pay for the ceremony. Would your dad help?"
"No," we both said at the same time.
"I don't want his help," she muttered.
Kallie took one quick glance at me and nodded. "Okay. Adam's parents?"
"They passed away a few years ago."
Kallie bit her lip, and I could see her running through options in her head. I knew what the next words should be out of her mouth. She should tell Scarlett that she couldn't afford this at the moment and to wait. But knowing Kallie, she’d find a way. She wouldn’t let Scarlett down. If we weren't both so stubborn, this could all be paid for. Our dad would easily do it… but neither of us would ever bother asking and bruising our pride.
Our dad had money. He’d worked in construction since he was a teenager and now runs a pretty reputable company. Scarlett held too much anger against him to let him help her. She hated what he did to our family. I did, too. Dad never tried very hard to get us back in his life either, though, so we couldn’t really be blamed for our feelings toward him.
"Oh, this looks nice," Kallie cooed, breaking up our moping.
We both walked around the bar to look at the laptop. There was a sunny beach with a couple standing under an arch covered in flowers. The brides dress was flowing in the wind, and the couple looked pretty causal for a wedding.
"Destination wedding?" Kallie asked, raising her eyebrows at my sister.
She smiled at the screen. It really did look like something I could see her doing. I didn't see her in a huge gown walking down the aisle of a church with hundreds of people watching. Her wedding would be unique, different, and, most importantly, fun.
"I don't know," she said, uncertainty evident in her tone. "It looks expensive."
Kallie looked at her phone quickly, stood up, and steered Scarlett to sit on the stool. "Chloe is going to be here soon and I need to hurry to the hotel to meet her, so I am going to say this once, and we are not going to argue about it."
"Who's Chloe?" I had to ask.
"A friend from school. Old roommate," she smiled at me. "She doesn't live far and is coming to keep me company for a few
"Thank you," she said, effectively relieving me of my duty.
"No problem," I said as I stepped away from her. I needed distance.
Scarlett came stomping out of the bathroom and into her room. Kallie went back to her laptop, clicking and typing away. I tiptoed into the living room and turned the TV on. It was probably best to avoid them at this point. When Scarlett put her mind to something, there was nothing that would stand in her way. I was sure this wedding wouldn't be any different.
"Okay," Scarlett said once she came back to the kitchen. "I'm ready to get back to work."
Kallie sighed and pulled out a notebook. I wandered into the kitchen out of curiosity. I could be walking into a death trap for all I knew. How could one hour of the day take so much work? What could all the books and papers even be for?
"Look, there are tons of websites that have checklists and things we need to get done. They are counting for a year of planning, but we need to settle and do it in a month or less."
"Got it boss." Scarlett saluted her. She really did look ready to dig in.
"Budget? How much can we spend?" Kallie asked. By the way Scarlett tensed, she hadn't thought about that.
"I don't know. Can we decide later?"
"No. We can't pick anything else without knowing what we have to spend."
Scarlett paced the room deep in thought. Although Adam claimed to own a string of quick oil-change spots, he never seemed to have much money. Scarlett paid for most of the dinners, especially if they ordered something here. His car was decent, but nothing compared to what he should be driving. The only sign of any wealth he did have sat on Scarlett's finger, bulky and sparkling.
"Traditionally," Kallie started. I could already tell she didn't want to say it. "The bride's parents pay for the ceremony. Would your dad help?"
"No," we both said at the same time.
"I don't want his help," she muttered.
Kallie took one quick glance at me and nodded. "Okay. Adam's parents?"
"They passed away a few years ago."
Kallie bit her lip, and I could see her running through options in her head. I knew what the next words should be out of her mouth. She should tell Scarlett that she couldn't afford this at the moment and to wait. But knowing Kallie, she’d find a way. She wouldn’t let Scarlett down. If we weren't both so stubborn, this could all be paid for. Our dad would easily do it… but neither of us would ever bother asking and bruising our pride.
Our dad had money. He’d worked in construction since he was a teenager and now runs a pretty reputable company. Scarlett held too much anger against him to let him help her. She hated what he did to our family. I did, too. Dad never tried very hard to get us back in his life either, though, so we couldn’t really be blamed for our feelings toward him.
"Oh, this looks nice," Kallie cooed, breaking up our moping.
We both walked around the bar to look at the laptop. There was a sunny beach with a couple standing under an arch covered in flowers. The brides dress was flowing in the wind, and the couple looked pretty causal for a wedding.
"Destination wedding?" Kallie asked, raising her eyebrows at my sister.
She smiled at the screen. It really did look like something I could see her doing. I didn't see her in a huge gown walking down the aisle of a church with hundreds of people watching. Her wedding would be unique, different, and, most importantly, fun.
"I don't know," she said, uncertainty evident in her tone. "It looks expensive."
Kallie looked at her phone quickly, stood up, and steered Scarlett to sit on the stool. "Chloe is going to be here soon and I need to hurry to the hotel to meet her, so I am going to say this once, and we are not going to argue about it."
"Who's Chloe?" I had to ask.
"A friend from school. Old roommate," she smiled at me. "She doesn't live far and is coming to keep me company for a few
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