HEY GUYS! I know, I'm such a bad update-r. This has taken WAY too long. I'm really sorry. School was brutal the past couple of days. But here it is! An update! I hope you guys enjoy this. Sorry, no revenge yet but I'm getting there. Just so you know, Svetlana's obviously heartbroken and it's going to be hard to get over that.
This chapter probably sucks but I hope you guys appreciate it anyway. I LOVE MY REVIEWERS AND READERS! Thanks so much for always sticking with me!
Love, Marchesa
"Are you for real right now?"
Svetlana yelped as Georgiana took hold of her floor-length Grecian Valentino chiffon dress from her suitcase. The thin fabric almost ripped apart as Georgiana scrunched it up like toilet paper between her hands.
The two friends were staying at Miami where Georgiana had flown in from Abu Dhabi, packing and preparing for their trip to Tampa. Their friend Dionne had invited them there to meet her fiancé so they could all get to know the man Dionne had been secretly dating for less than year.
But Svetlana needed no such introduction. She had been well-acquainted with the said man, not as much as Dionne, but just as well. They had been sleeping together for a little over six months and just a few weeks ago, he had professed his love for her. Of course, she had long been in love with him and Svetlana had been the happiest woman alive.
For twelve hours at least. That's when she found out that the man he had been in love with was marrying her best friend.
Life was playing a sick game with her.
Watching her dress being dismantled by her best friend, Svetlana couldn't help but think how her heart had been scrunched up just like that by the other person she called best friend. It almost brought her to tears again. But she closed her eyes and instead, thought of her revenge.
First, make absolutely sure that John knew what he was missing. Hence, the unnecessary amount of garments in her suitcase. She wasn't about to just get dumped and deceived like that without putting him through the same amount of pain. He needed to know what it felt like for her to see that gorgeous body and those sparkling blue eyes – but belonging to someone else.
Just when she thought she had taped all the pieces together, her heart tore into a thousand little fragments again.
"Via! We're going to Dionne's week-long Christmas celebration," Georgiana reminded her, bringing her back to reality, as if Svetlana hadn't been dreading, thinking and plotting it for days already. She threw the garment on the bed harshly. "How many times do I have to remind you we aren't going to a White House party?"
Svetlana lunged for the dress and put it back inside her suitcase. "I'm wearing it to the Christmas Dinner, okay?"
Georgiana looked from Svetlana and her suitcase in disbelief. "What, along with the ten other dresses you have packed?" Georgiana knelt on the floor and zipped open Svetlana's bag before she could answer.
With a gasp, Georgiana found herself faced with the world's most expensive luggage.
"Four different colored fedoras – and they don't even look cheap! - , two bags of jewelry, six pairs of heels, four flats, five pairs of jeans, eight skirts and..." she paused to count the blouses that were neatly stacked one on top of the other. "Are these fifteen tops? Don't even get me started on these dresses. Seriously, Svetlana, we aren't dressing up for the Queen of England, you know!"
Svetlana rolled her eyes. "I'm aware of that, thank you very much. Is it so bad to want to look good? Why do you sound so surprised, anyway? I pack this much stuff all the time."
"Surely you didn't forget about our little talk?"
Svetlana groaned and collapsed unto the plush carpet that extended all throughout her closet. She had forgotten about their 'little talk' actually. Dionne grew up as the youngest child of a very successful family. Her dad worked for NASA (he was one of the operators during the Apollo mission), her mother was Florida's most respected – and highest paid – lawyer, both her brothers graduated valedictorian at Oxford and are now senators. And she had to pick the two people with the most personality in show business to be best friends with. She had lived under their shadows all her life which was probably why she was a little fragile and insecure. Svetlana and Georgiana had talked about this and they had agreed to make her feel special as much as they could. That included tuning down on the fashionable clothes, letting her pay every now and then and supporting her directing career.
"This one exception please?" Svetlana begged. "It's Christmas after all."
Georgiana shook her head. "She needs this now more than ever. Dionne's finally contented for the first time in a long time, Vi. I'd hate for her to feel bad about herself right now. She's obviously loves this guy so much and Lord knows not even the most faithful of men can take their eyes off of you."
Svetlana buried her face unto the floor with a grunt. She had this all planned out for days already. This was just so unfair. Dionne always got all the pity.
It was such a pain to be so beautiful.
Georgiana had already began to unpack some of her dresses. Svetlana unwillingly helped her. "But I'm keeping the chiffon dress.
Georgiana rolled her eyes as she threw aside a nude camisole. "Whatever. As long as you get rid of all this other crap." She held up a particularly beloved piece of clothing disbelievingly. "A Chanel trench coat? Really? To Tampa?"
"You should know the weather's unpredictable these days. Climate change, hello?"
"Don't get cute with me. Get rid of it."
By the end of the night, Svetlana's suitcase was only half full.
She frowned as Georgiana zipped it up.
"Do you really think it'll be enough?" Svetlana was worried to death.
"I think you'll manage twenty pieces of clothing for five days." Georgiana chuckled. "I know why you're doing this, though."
Svetlana gulped. "You... you do?"
Her best friend nodded. "Yeah, I mean, it's not like you haven't been ranting about Rajon since I've arrived."
Svetlana sighed. For a panicked moment, she had thought Georgiana had seen through her. "Oh. Right." She began turning into faking-in-love mode. "I'm so glad Dionne allowed me to invite him over for Christmas. I know it didn't work out for us before but I really think getting back together has helped me a lot."
Georgiana smiled. "I remember he was really considerate and kind. And hot. But honestly, that's it. I mean, you guys only dated for a few weeks before, right? I've only ever met him once. Would you tell me what he's really like?"
Svetlana paused. Describing Rajon was a lot harder than she thought. She hadn't really gotten to know him that much but Georgiana was obviously thinking she was head-over-heels for him. So she decided to describe instead her dream husband.
"Well, he's really sweet," she began, almost in a trance. "He knows all my favorite things, which is really cute because he surprises me with them all the time. I don't know how he does it. And you're right about him being considerate. When we're alone, I feel like there's no other place in the world I need to be because he's just right there and he's all I need. He makes me feel so special and wanted. He appreciates that I put a lot of effort into my fashion. He dresses up really well too, which could be irrelevant for most people but is really important to me. Most of all, he seems to be really into me."
When Svetlana stopped, Georgiana let out a low whistle. "Damn, girl. And you're obviously into him. He sounds perfect too." Her cell phone rang then and Georgiana jumped up to find it amongst the throng of clothes. "I need to get that! It could be my mom!"
Svetlana shook her head as she helped her friend but she couldn't help but feel her stomach twist when she realized that the description of her dream husband could very well be an accurate description of one John Cena.
