Did I Mention That I Hate The Color White?

Chapter One

"Why does everyone wear WHITE wedding dresses? What's wrong with color?" I yelled to my sister Caroline from inside the changing room as I pulled the dress off of the hanger. "It's not like colors are toxic. Who even decided that white should be a 'traditional' color? It reminds me of snow."

"But don't you hate snow?" This is the response that my wonderful amazing twin took a full minute to come up with; unaware of the ultimate rant that she was about to witness leave my lips.

I took a deep breath to prepare for the ridiculously long and completely unnecessary hissy fit about to exit my mouth. I honesty did NOT care that I was in public. "Yes, Caroline, I do hate snow. I absolutely despise snow and do you wanna know why?" I didn't even bother waiting for a response from her. "Because it's cold. It's annoying. It makes it hard to leave the house. An did I remember to mention the fact that snow is EXTREMELY FUCKING COLD!!" I scream the last part as I pull on yet another pure white dress.

I look at myself in the mirror and have only one thought. I HATE THIS DRESS SO MUCH I WANT IT TO BURN! The dress is covered in ruffles, rhinestones, and is beyond pouffy. I hate the sales attendant right now. She's the one who pulled this gaudy dress off of the rack for me. I don't think she listened to my preferences, in fact, I think that because I said 'unlimited budget' she picked out the most expensive dress the store had to offer.

"Would you come out of that damn room already Charlie?! It's been twenty minutes. I've managed to shower in less time then that, and we all know how long it takes me to shower!", my little sister Caitlynn yelled from the waiting room.

"Yea, come on Charlie, I wanna see the dress, possibly sometime this year?" That annoying little quip came from my big brother Cameron. "I at least would like to see it before the Wicked Witch of the West gets here." I laughed and then, have you ever heard of the phrase, 'Speak of the devil and he shall appear'? The witch herself chose that exact moment to call me. I reluctantly pulled my phone out of my bag on the floor and accepted the call, all while mentally preparing myself to hear her nasally voice. I'm not even joking; her voice alone is enough to give me a pounding headache. We have already established a mutual hatred for each other. She hates me because she thinks that her son and her entire family is above mine because her family is extremely rich. And I hate her because she's a stuck-up snobby bitch and she accused me of being a gold digger. I decide to try and make amends in the hope that my soon-to-be mother-in-law might be a very nice person underneath. I then heard her voice, just as annoying as ever.

"Hello Charlotte"

"Hello Nancy. Is everything alright?" I tried to sound sophisticated so that she might take me seriously this time.

"Yes you need to reschedule your little dress trying thing. I can't make it due to a spa appointment."

So much for a big happy family.

"The appointment already started Nancy. I'm wearing a dress right now."

I heard her make a large sigh and then she spoke again.

"Fine. I will cancel my spa appointment. I will be there in twenty minutes."

"Alright Nancy. Goodb"

She hung up on me. I shook my head and left the changing room. The first thing I heard come out of my loving siblings' mouths was laughter. Then they all stopped, looked at each other, nodded, looked back to me and screamed one single word.

"NO!" They all shouted while laughing. Cameron actually fell out of his chair. I glared at them for about two seconds, and then I burst out laughing. I couldn't blame them. They all knew that I hated girly stuff. I looked so stupid in the dress and we all knew it. I didn't think anyone would look anything resembling good in this dress. Caroline walked off towards the dresses and came back a few minutes later with a different dress. It looked pretty to me on the hanger, so I agreed to try it on. But I didn't like it because it was scratchy. None of the dresses worked. Nancy never showed up either. So the four of us left the store empty handed. I had another appointment in two days at a different store. Maybe I would have luck there.

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When I got back to my Apartment, I all but ran into my fiancé's arms. I had had such a stressful day between work and planning, that I needed some serious Cuddle Time. But my calm time was quickly interrupted by some bad news from Andrew, my fiancé.

"Jack's taking us out for dinner tomorrow, and Marie wants to meet us for lunch, to get to know me a bit better." He said while playing with my hair. I groaned inwardly. I could handle Marie. I love my stepmom with all of my heart. But my father was an entirely different story.

"What does he want? I'm not letting him stay here again. Do you not remember what happened last time we let him live with us. He stole our TV for alcohol money. And I'm not paying his bills for him. He's an adult and he needs to act like it!" I spat the words at him. I wasn't mad at Andrew, I just am not on good terms with my father.

"He wanted to meet me sober. It's a congratulatory dinner." He laughed the words. When I continued to pout, he stopped laughing and hugged me. "I know you don't like him. To be honest, I don't really like him either. But your stepmother is going and we can't leave her hanging." Andrew whispered to me.

My stepmom is an angel with the patience of a saint. After my mom died when I was eight, my dad became really depressed. She helped him and he ended up marrying her, but he went back to his old ways and she left. I love Marie, she always took great care of me and my siblings. She even fought for custody of us, and we lived with her most of the time.

I nodded and he got up to put in the movie Kill Bill Volume 1 and made some popcorn. Once everything was set up for our movie night, we snuggled up together on the couch and started the movie.

We were going to go out to our favorite diner for some pie, but due to my stressful day, he had pulled out my favorite movie. I curled up closer to him as I nodded off into dreamland. He was the last thing I saw, so it makes sense that my dreams that night were about the life we would have together.