The Wedding is soon! YAY!
Do you really think I'm a Lemon-y Snickerdoodlette?
Violet
"Tomarrow, Tomarrow, I hate you, Tomarrow!" I sang as I put on my Bee-u-ti-ful dress. But I was wearing it to the wrong wedding. It's 4 minutes till my Wedding Day and I got the Jitters, but it's not the Jitters. It's the damned fact that I love Quigley.
Then the phone rang.
Sunny
"Pick up the phone!" I yelled at my sister.
"Hello, This is the soon to be Mrs. Qui-Duncan Quagmire! Uh, leave a message after the shriek. AHHHHH!"
I tried to make my voice sound like Klaus, "VI! THIS IS KLAUS! I KNOW YOU'RE THERE! THIS'S ABOUT MR. RIGHT! YOU KNOW, QUIG! HE'S ON HIS WAY TO ENGLAND! PICK U-"
"What about Quigley?" yelled my sister, worried.
"He just called me he says he has to go meet some girl named Jo in London, at a place called-umm...Boar Zitz or something like that."
"Ohh, well, I guess he won't be coming to my wedding. Which will go off without a hitch, Sunny!"
Dammit, she figured out it was me.
"He really did call Klaus!"
"Well, he can go marry Jo for all I effin' care!" She hung up.
Damn, why's she so stubborn?