Uh. Set up. It's pretty bad, not gonna lie.

There was a knock on her door. She smiled as she turned around, seeing her sister in the snug fitting black and white number that she and her sister picked out for all the bridesmaids. "Sup babe?" Brody grinned, turning back to the mirror to place finishing touches on her make up.

"Uh. Baby." Angelina smiled the bst as she could, walking closer to her sister. Brody smiled as Velvet walked in, her eyes red and her smile forced. She knew something was wrong.

"What is it?" Brody asked, dropping her lipstick to the table.
Ange took a deep breath. "God, baby. I'm so sorry I'm the one that has to tell you..." "Is it Phil!? Is he okay?" Brody began to panic.

"Baby. Phil isn't coming."
"What? Why? Why not? What's going on?" Brody felt the tears well in her eyes. She promised herself she wouldn't cry till after pictures. Angelina picked up one had while Velvet picked up the other. "He called about five minutes ago. He's not coming baby."

Brody sat up in bed, she turned to the alarm clock. "Shit." She groaned, it was a taping day, and she was already late. She ran into the bathroom to throw on the shower, not giving it enough time to heat up she jumped into the only semi-warm water. Just what everyone needs after a nightmare. She jumped out, grabbing a towel and going into the bedroom to pick something to wear.

"Brody! You ready!?" She heard her sister yell.
"Fuck." She groaned, pulling on her underwear while searching for her favorite pair of blue jeans. Almost falling over she pulled on a long sleeve black shirt. "Give me five minutes, Ange!" Brody yelled. She ran into the bathroom, grabbing her make up and shoving it into her pockets. She grabbed the hairdryer and turned it on, blasting her raven locks till they were just damp. She ran her fingers through it before tying it back. Messy chic is in right?

She grabbed some flats and walked to the kitchen, panting.
"That was ridiculously fast." Angelina smiled, turning to see her sister.
"Slept. In. Makeup. In. Car." She panted.

Ange sighed, crossing her arms. "Phil dream again?"
"Just let it go, Ange." Brody grumbled, walking out the front door. Shoes in hand.

"I will." Ange sighed. "When you do."