Nikki's POV:
"Nicole, are you even listening?" I snapped out of my daze and looked over at my twin sister, Brianna. I apologized, "I'm sorry Brie. What'd you say?" "I said does this dress look good?" I rolled my eyes at my sister. Wedding dress shopping. Something I'll probably never get to do because my boyfriend doesn't want to. Every time marriage comes up in conversation, he shuts it down. It's starting to get frustrating. "It looks fine," I mumbled. "Nicole, if you didn't wanna come-" "Of course I did. Brie, you're about to get married to the love of your life and I would be a terrible sister to not share these little moments, like picking out a dress, with you. I'm honestly fine." "I just know how you're struggling with John." I nodded, "Yeah let's not talk about John."
The rest of the day was filled with focusing on Brie. Brie, Brie, Brie, just like it's been our entire lives. It's not like she was intentionally stealing the spotlight, she wasn't. It gets tiring living in your sister's shadow. You'd think it wouldn't be that way considering we're twins. Brie had always been the less troubling of us two. She was nicer, sweeter, smarter, and, believe me this is ridiculous, prettier. Don't get me wrong, I love my sister, but all this "Brie Mode" crap is getting on my nerves. People still chant for her and she's not even a diva anymore. I'm what's left of the Bella Twins and yet, people chant for Brie. Ugh, I can never get my way.
The Fearless movement should rise above the Yes movement but they won't because everyone loves Braniel. Brie and Bryan, Brie and Bryan, that's all I heard. I tell John this but since he's John Cena, he has his own problems. Sometimes, with John, it's like I'm just arm candy. In fact, I know I am. It's pretty clear John has no plans of settling down and if he did, it wasn't with me. It occurred to me now, sitting here with Brie and my mother at dinner, that I need to talk John. I need to let him know that being his arm candy wasn't going to work for me. I'm more than just a pretty face.
"Nicole?" I looked up at my sister, "Yeah?" "You're in serious thought over there, are you okay?" "I'm fine." I said that line so much you'd think it be true by now. "You sure?" "No, actually, I'm not. Mom, Brie, I need to tell you something." I glanced between them. I had their attention now. If John ever did propose, I'd be overjoyed. I love him with all my heart and soul. But there would be one problem. One walking, talking, arrogant, smart-ass problem. I never admitted to anyone this before and it was going to be difficult admitting this to my mother and sister. My heart felt like it was going to leap out of my chest. There's a reason I haven't pushed for John to propose and it's about time I tell them. Tell the world. It'd all come out eventually, why not now?
"Nikki, you're scaring me. What is it?" My mom asked and I sighed, "You know how I haven't pushed for John to propose as much as the average female would?" "You told me it was because you didn't wanna pressure him," Brie said. I nodded, "Partially true." I picked up the fork, twirling the spaghetti on it endlessly. I did that for awhile just staring until Brie asked, "What do you mean? Nicole, what's going on?" I finally just said these words that I thought would die with aloud, "I'm already married."
