After It Happened

"You're finally here! Your mom has been looking for you. She's still in her room and she's kinda nervous."

I look at my stepsister and I'm slightly amazed. 'Slightly' is the key word. She's wearing a black halter crop top dusted with shimmers and a high waisted spring green asymmetrical skirt ending it with black three-inch stilettos. She tops her look with a thin flower crown and light make-up. I'll admit she looks a little bit like a princess.

When I walk into my mom's room and my eyes fall on her, I gasp inaudibly. I stare at her taking in every detail of her beautiful self. She's wearing an off-shoulder floor length gown. The gown is black but blends into a deep purple from her waist down. The sparkles on her dress make her look like she doesn't belong to this world. Her make-up is light, but it brings out her beautiful brown eyes. She's fiddling with her purple flower crown which is bigger than Camille's in her hands. She's too nervous that she doesn't notice me.

"Why are you acting like it's your wedding day? It's just a birthday party."

She lifts her head finally noticing me. She grins looking relieved to find me here. I squeeze her hand silently assuring her that everything will be fine.

"I don't know why I'm so nervous. It's just a little get-together. I think it's because I'll have to meet some of Clinton's friends and relatives I haven't met before. I don't know what they'll think of me."

they don't like you, their loss. Now, round up. I'm walking you down the

"But, I thought-"

not here, right? He must be busy with his friends. Plus,

girl. When I stare at her once again, I finally realize why my grandma had named her Cassiopeia. She was really a beautiful star, too heavenly to be

quickly text Camille asking her if it's time for my mom to come downstairs. She quickly replies with a yes. Now, it's time to get the

him. He leads her to the centre of the hall to

I stare at Denise. Her off-shoulder black long-sleeve crop top gracefully exposes her shoulders and a little bit of cleavage. She's wearing black and white striped pants that are tightly fit then flow freely from

that I could invite

y-yeah. Um hi.