"You get married in ten days," Winnie sputtered.
I nodded, biting my lip in guilt.
It had been a couple of weeks since the shit show of an engagement party.
"Who's ready to go dress shopping," Gabby clapped happily.
"God save me," I pleaded.
"Gabby you're the maid of honor not my fairy godmother," I reminded.
"Practically the same thing," she shrugged.
"Speaking of maid of honor. Winnie do you want to be one of my bridesmaid? I know we haven't known each other for that long, but I would like you to be," I said, squeezing her hand.
"Of course, you guys are the family I never had," Winnie smiled sadly.
"I also have an announcement," she said, clearing her throat.
I raised my eyebrows.
"I would like to start training and...become a real Sanchez," she rushed.
Gabby and Sofia threw this arms around her and they all started laughing.
"We'll start tomorrow," I said softly.
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"I look like a clown," I groaned, this dress was all poof I could barely see past my chin.
"I mean it's not that bad," Gabby defended.
" Yes it is." Sofia deadpanned.
"Try the next one," Gabby order and I saw Winnie trying to stifle her laughter.
"This is sooooo not it," I cringed, coming out in the second dress.
"You look like one of those beauty pageant bitches," Sofia snorted.
"That's one hundred percent a no," Winnie agreed.
"Third time's the charm," Gabby said, when I pulled on the third dress.
When I spun around in the mirror my cheeks flushed red, I never imagined myself looking at myself in a wedding dress.
"Oh my god, that's gorgeous," Winnie gasped.
It was a V neck with a flower patter that fit snug on my waist, then it flowed out in a sheer white skirt.
It was minimal, but I flushed at the way all the girls were looking at me.
"You look like a goddess," Sofia sputtered.
"That is the one," Gabby nodded.
"I think so too," I said quietly, smiling to myself.
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"Quicker," I instructed Winnie.
She swung her fist at me, but I stepped out of the way.
"You need to use your anger to fuel your fight. Maybe that's why everyone calls me unhinged," I shrugged.
She gritted her teeth and swung faster and with more power this time, slamming her fist into my good shoulder.
"Better, see what I mean about the anger," I nodded.
"You totally let me hit you," she groaned.
I grinned, amused.
"Ok, go over to the dummy. Show me what I taught you. Kick ass," I ordered.
She began to kick and slam her fist into the dummy. She was definitely making progress, but she still had a while to go.
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Bleeding Rose
सामान्य साहित्यTW: MENTIONS OF RAPE, DOMESTIC ABUSE, SEX TRAFFICKING, AND LOTS OF GRAPHIC VIOLENCE
