A/n: ok here is a prologue. I wrote this one chapter but
Safi Kittykat will be writing the rest of this story but I will be posting it 4 her. So all the credit goes to her!
This is a story of a girl who believed in love- love at first sight and love that lasted until the end of time. She believed every person in the world had one person they were meant to be with forever and for always. She even thought that maybe, one day, she would find the very person meant for her.
But there was one tradition of love that Miley Lynn Stewart could never get into...
Weddings.
Miley was surrounded by evidence that love could last. Her parents, Robby Ray and Carol Stewart. Happily married family friends. But our heroine was also surrounded by evidence that weddings were the source of all evil. Her parents were the proprietors of the Dove's Roost Chateau, one of California's most popular catering hall. There, young men and women came together to vow to love one another forever and ever. And there, mothers of the bride threw hissy fits over flower arrangements; fathers of the groom shook their groove thangs on the dance floor untill their pants rode down. Grandmothers and great-aunts and first cousins once removed drank exceptionally large amounts of pink champagne and went onstage to deliver very, very embarrassing speeches. But none of them, not the mothers or the fathers or the grooms or the maids of honor or even the little flower girls, were half as bad as the brides.
Brides.
Before she had even graduated kindergarten , Miley had seen a bride slam a door in her father's face for suggesting that his daughter might want to powder her nose before the pictures. She had seen a bride reduce to tears over the positioning of napkin rings. She had seen a bride throw a vase at her soon-to-be husband because he messed up her make-up when he kissed her. Miley couldnt stand brides. She couldnt stand the way they acted like the world revolved around them. She couldnt stand the way theyd be smiling sweetly and preening for pictures and then seconds later be screaming at the waiter about the temperature of the mini-guinches. She couldnt stand the way all of them, all of them, seemed completely awful. But since it was unlikely that all of these brides were just naturally terrible people, Miley knew that meant only one thing - weddings turned ordinary women into Bridezillas. Miley is, at this very moment, attending one of these infamously awful weddings with her older sister, Grace. We join her on a cool evening in the autimn of her seventh year...
Miley and Grace Stewart scurried under the gift table in the main dining room of the Dove's Roost Chateau catering hall, otherwise known as their home-sweet-home, and peeked out from under the white linen tablecloth. That night's wedding was in the process of unraveling and Miley's heart pounded in anticipation.
Already a big man had gone up to a skinny, dorky man and ripped off his bow tie. And the bride's mother had stormed out. Miley watched her father get in front of the big man in an attempt to stop him from rushing the smaller man, who was red and sweaty and waving his arms like a cartoon character. "What's going on?" Miley asked her sister, Grace. Grace was six years older and pretty much knew everything. "The fat guy's family is drinking," Grace said sagely.
"How do you know?" Miley asked.
The bride was now crying in the corner.
"I listened."
Suddenly the fat guy reached past Miley's dad and grabbed a delicate china plate. Both Mom's and Dad's eyes widened as he pulled his arm back. Miley's dad made a last-second grab, but it was too late. The plate sailed by the skinny man's head and smashed against the wall. Why do they always through plates? Miley wondered. And why do they always miss?
"Time to go," Grace said, taking her hand.
"No! I wanna see this!" Miley begged, She perssed her fingertips to the glossy wood floor. "You know the rule. If dishes start to fly, we're supposed to go."
Grace dragged Miley, fingers squeaking on the floor, out from under the table. Another dish crashed, and together they ran outside just as the bride screamed, directly into her new husband's face, "he's ruining my wedding!"
The sun was setting, and a stiff wind blew dried leaves across the freshly mowed lawn. This was Miley's favorite time of year. Not only had soccer season started up again, but also colder weather equaled fewer weddings. Fewer crazy strangers wandering in and out of her house, fewer creepy band guys grinning in her face and asking her if she liked Mariah Carey songs, fewer crying brides with eye makeup streaked down to their chins looking like scary fancy-dressed clowns.
When they finally reached the little clearing in the woods behind the yard , Grace stopped pulling and turned toward Miley. She looked her straight in the eye and put her ahnds on her hips like she always did when she was about to say something serious.
"Let's swear we'll never get married."
"Never?" Miley squeaked.
"Never," Grace said. "If we ever do find our prince charmings, we'll stay boyfirend/girlfriend and spare everyone the drama."
"So no stupid speeches and no big scary dress and no flying plates?" Miley asked.
"Exactly." Grace said. "Do we have a deal?"
"Yes."
Grace held her hand over her heart. "Okay, repeat after me. I, Grace Marie Stewart, do solemnly swear that I will never get married and turn into a bridezilla."
"I, Miley Lynn Stewart, do solemnly swear that I will never get married and turn into a bridezilla," Mliey repeated, coping Grace's pose.
Grace reached for Miley's small hands. "Now, remenber what I told you about a promise made to a sister..."
"I remember," Miley said. "A promise made to a sister is the most sacred promise there is on earth."
A/n: ok that was the first chapter. I hope u liked it! And like I said before, the rest of this story will be wriiten by Safi Kittykat . NO flames allowed!!!