The sequel! More twists, more drama!
Before the wedding had even started, Isabel Kabra was crying.
No no no. It wasn't because of anger.
In fact, she embraced Amy Cahill as her own daughter, ignoring all the evil thought she had before.
While Amy was getting dressed in her long sleeved satin dress, and getting her hair braided to her head, Isabel Kabra suddenly grabbed a piece of silver lace, which she had so she wouldn't destroy her Calvin Klein custom made blue dress.
She sat in the dark wooden pews bawling (Yes, how embarrasing!), burying her face in the lace, then quietly calmed herself down.
Hey young handsome son was grown up, she hd to remind herself, so she wouldn't start crying again.
Instead, like a proper 56 year old woman, she would quietly weep as people started to sit down, waiting for the ceremony begin.
She would wipe a tear off, and nod as people congratulated her, then when they left, start to cry agin.
She would glance right, then left, looking for her precious little girl.
There. Natlie was walking toward her, her dress sliding along the aisle, as if she owned it.
"Hello, Mum. Have you seen the Swine?" Natalie always referred to Daniel Cahill as the swine, after the accident two years back.
Natalie flashed a dazzling smile toward Isabel, her lips sealed.
"Don't call him that, dear, you know how much Amy hates that," Isabel said fondly.
"I don't care what Amy thinks!" cried Natalie, earning herself some onlookers.
Natalie pouted her chest, stuck her chin into the air and marched toward another set of pews.
Dan Cahill was miserable. His sister married a Cobra and didn't mind, Natalie was stalking him(literally) and Ian Kabra had his phone number. Pretty suckish.
So after the horrid wedding, he was forced to attend a party. Cobra mania.
He was sitting with only empty chair beside him, when the crowd seemed to part for a woman, her hand delicatly holding onto a glass of coke.
"What'd you want?" Dan asked.
Natalie stuck out her chest as she gracefully sat into the chair.
"This is the only seat. Not my fault."
"God damit!" cried Dan. "You're famous, aren't you? Just ask someone to get up!"
"Like who?" Natalie said, making a snub face. "Your Great Aunt Beatrice?"
"She's here?" Dan cried in horror.
Natalie sipped her coke. "Look, you didn't even know. What a loser!"
"Well your a pig. That's worse than a loser."
Natalie made a face. "There is no such thing as a 'pig' in Britain. It's swine."
"No difference!" growled Dan, banging his fist against the table.
Suddenly Amy and Ian wazlted over.
"Hello brother," Ian said.
Dan glanced at Amy. "Your joking, right?"
"Brother in law," corrected Ian. "It's time for a number. Pick a girl. Just not Amy."
They smiled at each other and gracefully walked away. This was not going well for Dan.
Dan glanced around.
"So who do think I should ask?" he said, eyeing a pretty blond.
Natalie punched him lightly. "Me!"
Dan choked on his sprite. "What!? I was thinking her," he said, nodding at the perched blond.
Natalie made a face. "Oh Claire? I'm surprised she was even invited."
"Why?" Dan sked, curiously.
"She was Ian's former sweetheart, really jealous. I don't think she likes the idea of Ian getting married to anyone but her."
"Oh," Dan said quietly.
"Partner up!" cried someone.
Dan glanced at Natalie, who was scowling at a handsome brunette leading Claire toward the floor.
"He chose her over me? Sooo not cool."
Butterflies swarmed Dan's stomach.
Wait, was he actually jealous? Maybe at the fact that he wasn't handsome enough for her, or perhaps anyone. But that Natalie like someone else? Nah, it couldn't be.
"Hey!" said a pretty red head, smiling at him. "You want to dance?"
Now she was gorgeous.
"Sure," Dan said, walking with her toward the floor.
"My name is Ella. What's your name?" she asked as she held onto his shoulder, swaying her hips to the music.
"Dan," said Dan, giving her a warm smile.
She returned back a dazzling smile. "Does Dan stand for something?" she asked.
"Hmm? Oh. Yes, Daniel."
"Daniel," said Ella, puckering her lips. "That's a wonderful name. Much better than Ella anyways."
"I think the reverse!" Dan said. They both gave a hearty laugh.
"Opposites attract," Ella said.
"Yeah," Dan said, starting to bring them toward the middle.
"Pick new partners!" cried someone.
Dan blinked. He hadn't realized how long they had been dancing.
"Oh well," Ella said sadly. "That was a wonderful dance. Thank you."
"My pleasure," Dan said as Natalie drifted toward them.
"Do you know her?" asked Ella.
Dan sighed. "Yeah. A bitch. Better go ee she wants." He walked toward her.
"Who's that?" she said, nodding toward Ella, her hands on her hips.
"Ella," Dan replied coldly. "Much better than you."
Natalie gasped. "How dare you!" she cried, twirling on her heels and marched in the opposite direction.
Amy came over, glancing at Dan's stunned face.
"Let me guess. You and Natalie?"
Dan glared. "She's nosy. Wanting to know about my dancing partner."
Amy shrugged. "I'm sure you can live with her. After all, opposites attract."
Dan gawped at her. "What?" he said slowly.
Amy shrugged. "Look at Ian and me." She walked toward a crowd, leaving him speechless.
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Your gorgeous, thought Natalie checking her reflection. No one could beat her. But why was she even angry? It was competiton.
You've been trained to compete. That's why. Not because of a stupid blond. Orphan. Natalie smiled, she was truly gorgeous. It helped in situations, that even Ian didn't know about.
She glanced at her long slender fingers, cupped inside was a dart gun.
If only Dan knew, they were the same.
One half plus one half equals one.
Did you really thik I would let Da and Natalie dance? Seriously guys, no, I never do it that quick.
Anyway, a lots going into this, including Natalie's mysterious life that even Ian doesn't know of. It'll change both of their lives forever. I gave a clue to what her life really is, hopefully you won't find it.
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