Can't Lose You

Chapter 4

Heya peeps,

Thank you guys for all the support and I hope I don't disappoint you. I so hope I don't

Stick with me in this journey, your comments are literally the push I need to complete the chapters I start and have no intention of finishing. I love hearing your criticism, so the platform is all yours!!

I had aimed that I'll update this chapter once this book gets a 100 reads, guess I'm a bit late but I'll make it up to you. :D

And this is more like a filler right now coz my exams are coming up and yeah :P

Well, enjoy!

And kindly ignore my errors. (English is not my native language)

Until next time,

Nemo

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Past...
20th June, 2011

Sapphire's POV

"Remind me why I'm here, again?" A grumble came from beside me.

I rolled my eyes at my sisters surliness. "Aunty's getting married in two weeks and she needs a dress"

Her nose scrunches up, "And where do I come in this? Why in the hell am I even here?" She threw her hands up, then folded them on her chest with a stubborn scowl

She glared at me like everything was my fault; our parents not being in the country, Milo Bull sticking his bloody boogers at the front of her bag pack, April not being around much, Aunty being not so much fun as before. That's the thing. I'm not to blame. It not my fault people change when they do.

I sighed for the hundredth time in the past hour.

"Do you think we had a choice? Mom and baba is not in the country and she's been checking on us for a week now. She needs to finalise her wedding dress today. Giving her some suggestions is the least we can do after this whole week that she's had been putting up with our lousy butts. And, hey, we need our dresses too." I reasoned, facing the mahogany door behind from which, Aunty could appear any moment in the current dress she was trying on.

This was the fifth and apparently 'the last' wedding gown and honestly, this was getting pretty exhausting, sitting out here on these uncomfortable waiting chairs. Me calling dressing up 'tiring' wasn't something common since I was a dress-addict myself.

Anyways, since our Aunty was the owner of Hues, she has had her best designers create wedding gowns for her and today she was trying them on in her own office.

Boriiiing

My twin groaned from beside me, "I fucking hate dresses."

There it was again. The f word, which she had been saying a lot, recently.

I thanked God mom wasn't here when she cursed, or she would've had a heart attack witnessing her thirteen year old daughter saying the 'f' word.

Maybe heart attack exaggerates the situation too much, a shock attack? Yep. She'll have a shock attack

"Oh they're not that bad." I waved my hand.