1-Tragedy (Reposted!)-------(Picture of Zach on the right)

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I was brushing my hair in the penthouse suit when I first heard the voices. Loud, panicked voices and the sound of people arguing. Not again, I thought to myself rolling my eyes. People had been fighting all day over the smallest of things. The flowers, the food, the seating arrangements, the decoration, you name it and there was a problem with it. I wasn’t surprised though, my mother and sister were perfectionists. I pitied the wedding planner who’d taken up such a Herculean task of satisfying not only Olivia but also my mother.

Olivia’s wedding was all anybody could talk about for months, not that I was complaining. I loved weddings; there was just something about the ‘till death do us part’ line that got me every time. The idea of two people deciding to spend the rest of their lives together was so utterly romantic and everything about a wedding symbolized that decision for me. Though it had surprised me that my elder sister had agreed to the wedding after dating Zach for only two months but hey, I guess when you find the ‘One’ there isn’t a lot left to think about.

I giggled when I thought about finding the ‘One’. Hopefully I’d managed to find my soul mate too. Noah was everything I could ever ask for and more. Sweet, romantic, sensitive and compassionate, he was the ideal boyfriend and I’d fallen for him hook, line and sinker. He would be here today and the idea of seeing him in a tux made butterflies appear in the pit of my stomach. Oh I had it bad.

I got up to examine myself in the full length mirror placed in my room, ignoring the increasingly loud voices that had started coming from the hallway. Whatever it was that was wrong now could be handled, just like it had been handled previously. Seriously, they just needed to calm down.

I twirled a strand of my curled long brown hair around my finger and fidgeted with my figure hugging cream dress. Of course it had been selected by my sister and I wasn’t one to argue, it was her wedding after all, I couldn’t just go about telling her that the dress she’d picked up for me barely gave me room to breathe. I was naturally curvy and the dress did a good job of hiding that, I looked almost as thin as my sister and that made our resemblance even more prominent. Both of us had deep brown hair, the same green eyes, as dark as emeralds and both of us were cursed with the same pale skin which refused to get a shade darker. Olivia often said people would die to get such a clear, creamy skin tone but how I wished that my hours at the beach paid off.

The dress was fitted at the bust, the sweetheart neckline revealing only an appropriate amount of cleavage. A bow right underneath the bust tightened the grip on my waist and the skirt of the dress skimmed my body, hugging the area around me hips. It was hard being in it but if I do say so myself, it made me feel and look gorgeous. Olivia did inherit our mother’s exquisite taste.

 I was examining myself  in front of the mirror  for the millionth time when suddenly an assortment of people walked in halting me in my tracks. My parents, Olivia’s in-laws the Prices and her fiancé Zach along with my Uncle Collin and Aunt Ophelia all stormed right in without as much as a knock but the look on their faces made that thought go away immediately. Worry was etched on to their features and my mother looked pale enough to faint at any moment. Oh no, something’s terrible‘s happened I thought to myself, dread filling my body. It was how defeated and haunted my father looked that told me that the problem was bigger than the usual wedding woes. He was never one to worry about the small things and was generally a very optimistic man; if something had managed to take a toll on him then it had to be bad.

“What is it?” I found myself asking them, my heart racing a mile a minute.

No one answered; they looked like they didn’t have the courage to answer my question. I looked around at all of them, expecting someone to speak up. Mrs. Price placed a hand on her husband’s arm just as he was about to say something. He looked red in the face, like he was barely controlling his fury and I shuddered at the thought of witnessing one of his famous tantrums.