Miya groaned as she rolled out of her bed the next morning after the meeting. Her sister was getting married this morning… Great and she was the star of the show as the Maid of Honor, just her freaking luck. She really didn't want to participate in a wedding this morning, and she DEFINITELY didn't want to move in with the Uchiha brothers tonight EITHER. She growled unimpressively as she walked to her mirror. Oh yeah, make-up and stuff was definitely needed for this morning, but thankfully her sister had make-up artists and stylists to come and do her up today. Yay.

When she walked down the steps of their very large mansion, she saw her sister sitting on a bar stool in their white and black kitchen. Her sister had her hair done up, and was now getting a manicure on top of that. God, Miya sometimes HATED her sister, the little bitch got everything she wanted and then some. Miya glared at her older sister, making it no secret she despised her with every fiber of her being. Her sister had taken her away from her very able and very well off mother and father, trying to make it completely miserable for her. She gritted her teeth in anger.

"Oh good, you're awake Miya," her sister said calmly, making Miya roll her eyes. Lianla had a tendency to act like she was the boss of everyone, and in most cases, it was true. "The hair stylist is here along with the make-up artist and the Nail tech… And PLEASE try to look presentable… This is MY day."

Miya sighed in response to her sister and took a seat at the table. As soon as she sat down a brown haired lady rushed to her and smiled prettily. This was the hair stylist and her name was Gina. Gina started to brush her hair and pull at it tightly. She winced every now and then from the pain going down her spine from the sharp pulls and prods. While this was going on the nail tech finished with her sisters nails and moved onto hers, obviously doing a French manicure.

It took about an hour for Gina to finish her hair and about forty minutes for the nail tech to finish. Next the make-up artist came along, a black haired gay guy by the name of Logan. He applied make-up lightly to her face and when finished he held up a mirror, now she could look at her finished product.

Her hair was done up in ringlets, all pinned back to the top of her head in a soft crown type style. The under part of her hair was falling down elegantly in soft spirals. Her make-up really accented her violet eyes and tan features. Dark blue eye shadow was on her eyelids and got lighter as it spanned out to the outer edges. Mascara and eyeliner were around her eyes, giving her a very sexy smoky eye look. Her lips had a very rosy pink lip gloss applied to it, making her lips look more luscious than they were originally. She actually looked gorgeous…

She was then rushed upstairs to put on the strapless gown her sister picked out for the Maid of Honor. It was a cream colored dress, with the sequined bodice tight over her large chest. The bottom flared out around her legs regally, and swung around them every time she moved. She had white high heeled shoes on next, making her go about 5'6ft. She really did look pretty…

The limo was pulled around for her to go to the church her sister picked out and she rode inside the limo with her sister gabbing on her cell phone. Her sister hadn't changed yet because she was supposed to change at the church, unlike her little sister. When the limo pulled up to the church there was already tons of cars there, but the limo drove around to the back so no one would see them enter. As soon as they entered they were bombarded by their retainers, other bridesmaids, and most of all, their mother.

Their mother looked nothing like them, she had bright blond hair with darker blond highlights, making Miya wish she had her mother's hair. The hairstyle was cut in a bob style, making her already full face look even more gorgeous. She was a little over weight but not too terribly bad.



"Lianla, you look so beautiful! And Miya, you have really grown haven't you?" Her mother exclaimed. Miya looked at her mother enviously; her mother really did have it all.

"Thank-you Mom," Lianla gushed back. Miya rolled her eyes again.

Miya couldn't stand it anymore so she went and sat down on a bench like futon and sighed. The room was pretty in a girly way, like with pale pink everywhere and all of it lace… ugh. The bridesmaids were now helping Lianla into her dress, which was more flow like than Miyas was and had a huge train. Miya had the impulse to step on the train and trip her up.

"Hey there," a soft voice spoke in her ear. Miya jumped, startled and she turned to see who was the person. It was Itachi Uchiha.

"What are you doing in here?" She demanded with a snarl.

"I'm here to escort your mother down the aisle, and Sasuke is going to escort you," he smirked with a glint in his eye. This sparked some curiosity in her, why were the Uchihas now in the wedding?

"So why are you guys in it? I thought her fiancé's cousins were going to do that," she stated with a raised eyebrow.

"Apparently they're both sick with the flu and are unable to arrive, so we filled in. I hope there's not a problem with that since we WILL be together a lot," he whispered softly, making her cringe in response.

"Well we'll just see then won't we?" She retorted icily before she got up and walked away to go to the bathroom.

Once she was in the bathroom she had her hands on the sink and she stared into the mirror. Her normally violet eyes turned to an icy blue and she knew she had to calm herself before she went out there. She couldn't BELIEVE her luck. Damn it!

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Sasuke Uchiha tapped his foot impatiently while waiting outside the bride's room. The bride's father was there beside him and was bouncing anxiously. Then Lianla stepped out, looking pretty for being a bride, but when Miya emerged after her… The bride paled in comparison, Miya was breath taking. The father extended his arm for his daughter and Lianla smiled, but Miya looked bored and turned her attention to Sasuke. Sasuke offered his arm to her as well and she took it, her fingers perfectly manicured.

The bridesmaids went down the aisle first, their escorts leading them then it was Sasuke's and Miya's turn. Miya didn't say one word to him but they walked out as if it was perfectly rehearsed and not just put together. Sasuke didn't even look at her as they walked down the aisle, reporters getting an eyeful and snapping pictures fervently. Miya just looked as if this happened to her every day, which it probably did in her case. Curse her.

When they got to the end she took her place and Sasuke took his with the other escorts. Miya cast one glance his way and he met brilliant violet eyes, intelligent, beautiful, and gorgeous- No! He wouldn't think thoughts like that! Especially not with Miya Nolen. She was arrogant and so sure of herself like she was the first and the last person to grace this planet, and the truth was she wasn't.



While the ceremony was going on he only had his eyes on her, and she kept her gaze fixed on the ceremony at hand. Finally the last words were said and Lianla turned to her husband and was kissed softly. Sasuke rolled his eyes and then looked back at Miya. Miya's eyes softened slightly at the scene and he wondered what she was thinking about. Not that she would ever tell him; that was for sure.

He walked her back to where they came from and when they were behind the doors she pulled away immediately, looking at him scornfully. She turned away from him and went to the back room with the rest of the bridesmaids. Probably to change into something for the reception, which Sasuke didn't even want to think about damn it! He turned away and went to change into a black polo shirt and khaki's then eased into the limo. Itachi was there already and was just sitting there. Sasuke wondered why they weren't moving yet.

"Why aren't we moving…?" Sasuke asked.

"We're waiting for Miya to finish changing, and when that's finished then we'll move," was the taut reply that he got back.

It took about another five minutes and Miya slipped into the limo, shutting the door behind her. She still had that same hairstyle and make-up look, but she had on a gray strapless top with white slacks and high-heeled shoes. She looked gorgeous again and Sasuke couldn't almost contain the bulge he felt in his pants.

"About time," He grumbled instead. She smiled at him sweetly and he knew he was in for it. Miya never smiled sweetly.

"Well you know it takes time to look as good as I do, and not so much to look like a slob like you do," she answered with a smile. Itachi snorted, it resembled a slight laugh, making Sasuke glare at him noticeably.

The limo was moving and Miya looked out the window in a bored like way. She just simply had her head on her hand and her eyes cast out the window as if in a daze. It was almost as if she was trying to ignore them, which she did surprisingly well. Almost no one could ignore the Uchiha brothers, whom were supposedly the hottest brothers on the planet. But that was only an opinion and a rumor.

Suddenly a bell-like ring echoed through the air, making both of the brothers look up in surprise. Miya simply pulled out a pink cell phone and hit "TALK".

"Hello?" Silence. "Mmhmm…" Silence. "You're kidding?!" Silence then laughter from Miya. "Oh my gosh! That's crazy!" She replied. More silence ensued then she smiled and nodded. "Okay, I'll talk to you later Rina, bye bye!" She said into the phone. She hung it up and a large smile was on her face.

"You look happy," Sasuke grumbled.

"Of course I am. I just got a call from one of my American friends," she replied with a smirk.

Sasuke thought about that and how she worded her last sentence, making it seem like Japanese people were less than Americans were. He almost growled at the thought of that and he caught Itachi smiling… Actually smiling. Itachi NEVER smiled, not since Sasuke was around. He couldn't believe it!

"Uhm, sir, we're here," the driver spoke up. Miya sighed and went to open the door, getting out with flashes preceding her exit. Sasuke followed then Itachi. They could see Miya smiling and waving at the press as she walked into the Reception Hall with poise and grace. God, sometimes Sasuke hated her.



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Miya sighed as she was unpacking her things in the guest room that Itachi gave her. It was fairly simple, browns and gold's so that it was a gender neutral type room. There was a double bed canopy with two dressers and a fairly large closet.

The reception was long, and it was almost eleven o'clock at night, making Miya very tired. She sighed and turned away from her bag and was startled to see Itachi there at her doorway. He was watching her calmly, his brown gaze boring into her blue one. He wore only jeans, no shirt adorned his chest and Miya really wanted to cover it up, no matter how impressive it might be.

"I see you settled in well enough." He stated.

"I did, the room is… lovely," she said, searching for a word to describe the atrocious room. She observed as he entered the room, his feet padding against the soft cream colored carpet.

"Thank-you, it isn't exactly my taste…" He replied with a wave of his hand. He walked up to her and she wanted to take a couple of steps back. "You do know that tomorrow we have a meeting together to discuss our new company right? At one o'clock."

Miya's eyes met his and she glared, she couldn't believe he was trying to get them out of school, that was the most important thing to a teen's future. "I don't think so." She stated simply.

"Why not?" He demanded.

"You see, I think we shouldn't be getting out of school. It's where we are supposed to be, by law. I think you can schedule the meeting after school," she said with a smile.

"I do not think so." He growled.

"I do, and you will do it or I won't be there and that wouldn't be a good thing for our new company now would it? You know… not having the Co-president of the company there. But yeah, by all means go ahead and do it if it makes you happy." She said with sarcasm dripping from her voice. She could see that Itachi wanted to strangle her and it made her smile even more.

"You will be there," he hissed at her.

"I'd like to see you try and make me," she replied and then turned her back to him. "Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go take a shower." And then she left him standing there and grinding his teeth together.