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muse : florence wyatt, twenty-five years, independent writer and columnist.

                            𖹭          i hate him, y'know? i hate him! and i hate the cursed day someone thought it would be a good idea to bring him into this world! he's . . . ugh! florence was clearly enraged, sporting that furious look that always etched a crease in her forehead and left her face flushed. naturally, she was pacing back and forth in the room, lamenting yet another failed relationship with a guy. and of course, it was YOU listening to her.

“No, no. You look good. You look… really good.” The blonde cleared his throat. “I don’t really know anything about clothes but. Yeah. You look nice.”

       -ˏˋ    a  smile  grew  on  chrissy's  lips  as  she  recognized  a  bit  of  nervousness  in  parrish's  words.  when  was  the  last  time  she  saw  him  like  that ? 〝  well,  i  have  to  look  nice  to  be  your  date  〞she  said,  turning  to  look  analytically  at  her  reflection  in  the  dress,  searching  for  imperfections. 〝  help  me  zip  up  more !  〞

maybe christine didn’t know it but he would do anything she asked of him. even though he would complain about it first, he would always come around and do it. or else she might ask someone else. “ you better mean that because you know i can get real bitchy if i have to stand around and do small talk. “ isaak teased, crossing his arms over his chest. the blond hair was always a mess and he never bothered doing anything with it, which was why he always had his cap on. “ oh yeah? who’s the bridesmaids?” he knew her family well since they had pretty much grown up together. isaak knew her sister too and the people around both of the sisters. he had slept with a few of them before, when they had shown up at the same parties. “ if you’ll help me with it, i’ll do it. what time do i need to be here tonight? “ 

       -ˏˋ    the  immediate  response  to  isaak's  joke  about  the  bridesmaids  was  a  slap  on  the  top  of  his  head.  chrissy  knew  this  had  to  be  a  silly  tease,  but  just  the  possibility  of  being  dumped  in  the dinner  for  one  of  the  bridesmaids  was  a  punch  in  the  gut. the  night  could  be  about  her  sister,  but  she  needed  to  have  something  of  her  own.  something  safe,  to  keep  her  sane.  something  like  her  best  friend. 〝  dinner  at  8.  you  can  arrive  at  7  and  i'll  help  you  with  your  hair,  before  getting  dressed  〞she  hands  the  hat  back  and  takes  the  vacant  seat  next  to  the  blonde. 〝  as  maid  of  honor  i  have  to  give  a  speech,  so  be  ready  to  carry  me  off  the  table  when  i  fake  a  faint  〞a  weak  laugh  and  she  laid  her  face  in  her  hands.  christine  wasn't  terribly  shy  but  the  whole  scenario  was  making  her  anxious  and  it  was  just  rehearsal !  there  was  a  pressure  about  everything  going  perfectly  fine  that  made  her  feel  tense.  she  tries  to  lay  her  head  on  the  side  of  isaak's  arm,  seeking  comfort. 〝  have  you  ever  given  a  speech  before ? any  tips ?  〞

❝ that your way of telling me that you’d never do it again? ❞ chase asked, looking over at her as he was running a  hand into his hair. he knew that she had more to lose than he did, but it didn’t matter. they were  having fun, even if they  were having to sneak  around - it was just a plus as far as he was concerned. ❝ because it didn’t sound like you  wanted to stop a  little bit ago. ❞ maybe that was egotistical to say, but it was how he felt at least. ❝ you look me in the eye and  tell me that  you don’t want to  repeat this, and i’ll go away, no questions asked. ❞ 

       -ˏˋ    the  word  never  seemed  excessive  when  placed  there.  like  a  little  lie  told  to  make  someone  feel  better.  heather  knew  that  never  was  hypocrisy.  because  they  were  there  and  just  looking  at  chase  makes  her  want  to  kiss  him  right  away.    how  could  she  look  him  in  the  eye  and  say  they  would  never  do  that  again ? in  the  matter  of  a  weak  sigh,  she  wondered  just  how  aware  chase  was  of  the  power  he  had  over  her—  over  them,  in  those  illicit  encounters  and  shared  secrets.  was  he  bluffing  or  did  he  know  she  wouldn't  turn  and  run  for  her  life ?  a  step  closer,  she  grabs  him  by  the  hair,  squeezing  as  a  reflection  of  how  her  stomach  felt  at  the  moment.  〝  i  shouldn’t  repeat  this,  〞  she  confesses,  caught  in  his  dark  eyes.  on  tiptoe,  she  invites  him  closer.  foreheads  touching.  calming  heartbeats.  〝  if  i  told  you  not  to  look  for  me  anymore  would  you  give  up  easily ?  〞 her  voice  was  a  whisper,  her  nose  glides  over  his,  as  slowly  as  her  fingertips  on  the  back  of  his  neck.

“oh yeah – you look ridiculous. terrible, even.” words are drenched in enough sarcasm to put chandler bing out of business – call it his attempt at saving face. a cheeky smile overwhelms his features after about half a beat. “no, you look…you look lovely. beautiful, even. you might be outdoing her, actually…”

       -ˏˋ    a  giggle  escapes  as  she  stares  at  bo's  reflection  in  the  mirror.  her  first  reaction  was  to  grab  the  robe  that  was  hanging  off  to  the  side  and  throw  it  at  the  man  sitting  not  far  from  her.  a  sudden  dose  of  sarcasm  was  always  a  good  way  to  relieve  tension.  for  donegan  it  was  like  breathing. 〝  don't  you  dare  say  that  again—  if  she  hears  she  might  kick  me  out  of  rehearsal,  and  the  wedding !  〞 it  was  a  joke,  but  no  less  true.  it  was  her  sister's  night.  any  possibility  of  someone  taking  the  focus  off  things  would  get  out  of  hand.  call  it  a  fragile  ego  or  the  purest  need  to  be  the  center  of  attention.  chrissy  was  expecting  to  slip  in  and  out  of  that  dinner  unnoticed. 〝  have  i  already  thanked  you  for  agreeing  to  enter  this  nightmare  with  me ?  my  aunts  will  insist  that  you  and  i  are  the  next  lucky  ones  and  my  dad  can  get  a  little  clingy  when  drunk,  but  the  food  will  be  good,  i  promise.  〞 she  walked  until  she  landed  sitting  next  to  bo—  a  heavy,  weary  sigh.  〝  i  really  appreciate  that.  〞

eyes trailed up and down her body. she looked amazing but the blond couldn’t tell her that. not like that. “ nah, not ridiculous. “ he had tried saying no to coming but both of them knew that he would come. getting dressed up and having smalltalk with strangers wasn’t his cup of tea. but still, there isaak was. “ it’s good. “ 

       -ˏˋ    christine  was  well  aware  of  the  efforts  isaak  was  making  in  the  name  of  not  refusing  her  a  little  complicity.  she  couldn't  be  more  grateful  for  him.  see—  she's  twenty-four,  and  counting.  her  sister  was  only  a  year  older  and  about  to  walk  down  the  aisle.  it  was  obvious  that  expectant  eyes  would  be  on  her  as  well. all  she  could  do  was  find  a  good  date  for  the  night.  at  least  it  would  look  good  in  the  pictures. 〝  good . . .  i  look  like  my  mom.  but  that's  okay,  because  it's  just  one  night,  just  a  few  hours !  and  i  promise  that  as  soon  as  it's  over  we'll  run  out  of  the  table  and  watch  the  first  football  game  we  see  on  tv,  because  you  deserve  it,  deal ?  〞  with  her  typically  sweet  smile  she  walked  closer,  already  reaching  out  with  a  thin  hand  to  smooth  the  blond  locks  that  fell  in  front  of  his  forehead  as  soon  as  she  took  off  the  red  cap.   〝  pull  your  hair  back  for  tonight,  it  will  look  pretty.  and  i  bet  the  other  bridesmaids  will  hit  on  you—  〞 her  tone  should’ve  been  playful,  but  there  was  a  bit  of  annoyance  on  it.

    comfortability  from  the  other  woman  is  exciting  ,  almost  on  the  same  level  as  it  scares  her  ,  used  to  people  being  here  on  second  and  gone  the  next  .  is  just  grateful  that  she  was  being  seen  and  heard  in  the  moment  ,  feeling  like  a  stranger  in  her  own  head  —  thankful  for  charity  bringing  her  back  down  to  earth  .

    “  oh  ,  shut  it  .  i’d  deny  everything  ,  girl  ,  there’s  a  bunch  of  paige’s  in  this  world  ,  ”  has  to  laugh  as  words  process  in  her  mind  ,  though  takes  multiple  attempts  to  not  allow  feelings  to  consume  her  .  feels  safe  knowing  that  her  emotions  are  valid  and  protected  by  charity  ,  sure  ,  just  hoping  this  could  last  a  lifetime  .  “  no  but  seriously  ,  ”  slightly  rests  her  head  against  the  other’s  since  they’re  already  in  close  proximity  ,  “  i  appreciate  you  so  ,  so  much  .  you  just  being  around  ,  like  ,  already  makes  me  feel  better  …  again  ,  you  repeat  that  to  no  one  .  ”

       -ˏˋ    charity  rodwell  has  her  own  history  of  comings  and  goings  in  life.  she  was  one  of  many  children  from  a  wealthy  family,  it  was  common  for  people  to  want  a  gateway  to  the  rodwell  wonderland. unlike  her  sisters  and  brothers,  chary  wasn't  the  type  to  enjoy  flaunting  her  rich  girl  status.  she  even  prefers  it  when  attract  people  for  herself,  not  for  what  she  has—  she  likes  that  closer  contact,  the  fake  promises  of  no  one  can  know  that  we  like  each  other.  she  likes  paige  woods. 〝  even  coming  from  a  big  family  it's  very  easy  to  feel  alone.  i  had  few  people  who  were  really  around,  then . . . i'll  be  around  whenever  you  need  me,  okay ?  〞 she  plants  a  kiss  on  top  of  paige's  head,  something  she  used  to  do  with  her  sisters  back  in  home.  〝  so  tell  me,  pizza  and  wine  or  mexican  food  and  tequila ?  〞 

          muse  :  christine  simmons 

          plot  :  christine's  older  sister  is  about  to  get  married  and  it's  dinner  rehearsal  night. chrissy  begged  muse  to  go  as  her  date,  after  all,  who  else  could  she  count  on ?

       -ˏˋ    〝  do  you  like  this  outfit ?  i  wanted  to  wear  something  special—  do  i  look  ridiculous ?  〞