Chapter 25 Francesca
eighteen
FRANCESCA
Four days until Wedding Day
Britt knows something. So does Farrah and CJ. Now I know how my brother feels when we keep shit from him.
“Your ‘woe is me’ face is not going to get you anywhere so you might as well just get over yourself.”
Britt. She’s such a bitch.
But she’s my bitch.
“I don’t know why I can’t know anything. My wedding day is four days away and I have no hall!” I slam my hands down onto the dining room table we are all sitting at, making our glasses rattle.
“Listen, the boys have it figured it out. You have to relax and trust them. Trust us, we’re going to take good care of you.”
I’m watching her through slitted eyes. Then I swing mine to Farrah and CJ who are actively avoiding me. “I bet I could break one of them.” I nod towards the girls who are busy wrapping favors and tying ribbons and doing everything but making eye contact with me.
“Francesca! Don’t ruin your surprise! I get it, girl, I do.
You had an expectation, a very specific expectation that isn’t happening now.
I would be spiraling too. But my brother is doing something for you that is going to blow you away.
Now, I can’t say more than that, but trust me when I say, he won.
” She’s got this shit eating grin stretched across her face.
Both girls mimic her. “Oh yea, you’re going to be giving blow jobs for the rest of your life. It’s not going to just be on holidays or birthdays. I’m talking daily.”
I laugh because they are just so ridiculous, but I wouldn’t have it any other way. If it weren’t for them, these last two and a half weeks leading up to our day would have pushed me over the edge. It still almost did, despite having them here with me.
I know I’ve been out of my mind obsessive about this day, and everyone is sick of my shit.
I don’t know where this sudden urge to be perfect came from.
And look where it all got me anyway? No venue.
No food. No cake. The control I thought had is gone and is now in the hands of my soon to be husband. I’ve officially been tapped out.
I need to take this for what it is. A learning moment. This is just what my mom was trying to relay to me. Things aren’t always going to be peaches and cream. If this doesn’t break us, then we can get through anything.