This is not going to end well. This cannot and will not end well. Why did I ever accept this stupid ring? Yeah, it is shiny, sparkly and pretty….and while I would look great in an Editorial for the magazine, it is not feeling right. There is something wrong with me. WHY do I keep doing this?
This is karma's sick way of laughing at me. At least Georgie should be smiling somewhere. I have come full-circle. Doing something that is not necessarily high on my priority list for someone else' happiness. It feels wrong. It is like wearing a new pair of Acne Boots in the rain…KNOWING the soles will be less than lifeless when I reach my destination. I bet Lulu is not even at her desk yet with my coffee.
Stupid Lulu. This is all her fault. Had she never tortured Georgie and Dylan they would have moved to Los Angeles. They would frequent Paris and London, spending his Quatermaine inheritance with Mac's blessing. But that will never be. Stupid Lulu had to get knocked up, breaking my sister's heart and the marriage of Dylan and Georgie. Georgie is the type to fall in love and get married; not me.
And here I am. Ring and dress fittings to prove that my life is not my own anymore. Marrying my sister's best friend, my best friend….. and Lulu as my Maid of Honor. Really? Really? No Leonardo Dicaprio, no Christian Bale, not even a Josh Jackson? Spinelli. He is wonderful, kind, caring, sweet, and despite his ramblings and pension for Orange Soda he is Grade A Husband Material….Illicit money in illicit accounts, super genus to pass down to children…ugh did I just think that? NO!! NO!!! NO!!!!
This can not and will not happen. It can't. It is.
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