"Oh my god, Katinka, you're so fucking selfish!" Carmella yelled.
Katinka just sighed at her two years older sister. Carmella was getting married. Once again she took her frustrations and anger out on her younger sister. And once again Katinka just took it like she had done her entire life.
"Selfish and stupid," Carmella continued. "After all I've done for you. I was there for your wedding. Well, not the wedding but that wasn't my fault, but I was there for everything leading up to it. And have you forgotten how you even met Damian?"
"No," Katinka looked down.
"You would still have been a single, boring bitch if it wasn't for me," Carmella said.
It was true that Katinka and Damian had met through Carmella since they both worked for WWE. It was at Corey's birthday they had met. Both of them had been invited and they just seemed to gravitate towards each other without having been introduced. They talked the entire evening, even ended it with a kiss, and the rest was history. Neither Corey or Carmella, or anyone else for that matter, had introduced them. They locked eyes and it was love at first sight.
Carmella didn't see it that way though. She liked to remind Katinka that she only had her husband because of her. Carmella had also been angry that Katinka and Damian chose to get married before her and Corey. That was the only time Katinka had stood her ground and refused to give in to her sister.
"Look at me," Carmella said.
Katinka looked up from the floor. Carmella was standing with her arms crossed.
"I wanna hear you say you'll do this for me. It's my wedding," Carmella said.
"Sure, Carmella," Katinka sighed. "It's your wedding."
"My wedding!" Carmella grinned. "I'm finally getting married, and my wedding will be way better than yours."
Katinka just nodded and stayed back the rest of the day. Once she could finally make it out of there, she went home. She opened the door, settled her honey brown eyes on Damian, and rushed into his arms.
"Wow, is everything okay?" He asked.
"Just Carmella being Carmella," Katinka said.
"What did she demand this time?" He asked.
She kept her arms around him but tilted her head back to look up at him. He smiled warmly at her and ran a hand through her long, reddish brown hair.
"Sweet honeydew," he said. "Talk to me. Tell me what's going on."
"She says she's the only one allowed long hair in the bridal party so we all have to cut our hair to our shoulders," she said.
"What?" He asked.
"It gets worse," she sighed. "We also have to bleach it like she does."
"But you love your hair. I love your hair. Is this what you want? I'll support you if you want to do this," he said.
"No, I don't want to cut or bleach my hair. I love my hair," she said.
She sighed again and moved out of his arms.
"It's just so hard," she said. "She keeps reminding me that I wouldn't have met you if it wasn't for her."
"Corey invited me. Carmella had shit to do with it. And I almost didn't go because I'm not close to him. He just invited everyone from work. But a voice in my head told me that morning that I needed to go. I'm glad I listened to it because I met you," he said.
She turned her back to him. Two seconds later his arms came around her to hug her from behind. She leaned her head back against his chest. He always knew what she needed and when she needed it.
"She almost ruined our wedding," he said.
"The way she sees it, she did it all for me," she said.
"She didn't do shit. Do I really need to remind you how she demanded to be your maid of honor without doing anything? You didn't even want her as your bridesmaid but she bullied her way into the spot like she always does. You, me and our friends did everything. I never saw your sister once when it came to anything wedding related," he said.
"I know," she said.
"We were damn lucky she got appendicitis the day before our wedding and had to be rushed into surgery. I hadn't seen you look so happy in a long time when you realized she couldn't make it to the wedding," he said.
She turned around in his arms and smiled at him.
"You make me happy," she said.
"Likewise," he said. "So what do you wanna do about your sister?"
"I can't do this anymore," she said.
"Then don't," he smirked. "I got an idea if you're up for it."