Pushing her way with an air of arrogance through the semi-crowded bridal
store, she stalked up to Lizzie, Miranda and Gordo. A nerdy couple was
blocking her, looking at bouquets of fake roses, tulips, lavenders and
marigolds.
"Move off nerds." She shoved them aside and then 'complimented' them. "Oh! You two look sooo nice together. You are sooo compatible."
"CLAIRE?" Lizzie, Gordo and Miranda asked in total shock and surprise.
"Gordo, Hi." Claire smiled sweetly at Gordo. "Changed your mind about being with that slut?" She stared with hatred and disgust at Lizzie.
"DON'T CALL MY FIANCE A SLUT!" Gordo raged. Lizzie calmed him down before he continued, slightly calmer. "You are the slut. When Lizzie and I are married, will you kindly stay out of our perfect lives?"
"No." Claire answered simply.
"Repeat that?" Lizzie asked.
"Stay out of my way, you moron." Claire slapped Lizzie so hard on the cheek that she staggered backwards. Gordo caught her, fortunately. He helped her up and glared at Claire with pure disgust. Turning to Gordo, she coolly replied. "No. I said no. I will make everyone of your lives miserable. Until then," she paused to flip her hair. "Will you change your stupid mind and marry me."
"I will never marry anyone who insults Lizzie or I. So, Claire, your high hopes of you and me getting married is..." Gordo pretended to think.
"Zilch!" Lizzie and Miranda answered at the exact same time, then giggled.
"Um excuse me, but can you all take your lame argument outside to discuss?" The bridal storeowner asked, looking up from her framed glasses and rolling her emerald green eyes. "I've got a business to run." She gestured toward the nerdy couple, hovering at the door, as though preparing to leave.
"Don't bother. You are serving a pig-headed couple and I'm just done wasting my time trying to nicely reason things out with them." Claire smoothed her skirt and patted her hair.
"Does this," Gordo gesturing toward Lizzie's swollen cheek, a thin stream of blood flowing freely down. "This, look like 'nicely reason things out with them'? Huh?" Gordo mimicked sarcastically.
Claire's fake diamond ring had caused a little tear across her right cheek as she slapped Lizzie. "Darling, it's Ok!" Lizzie soothed the enraged Gordo. "There are some people here we just don't want to be with." She glanced briefly at Claire. Gordo immediately understood.
"Yes. There are just SOME people we don't want to be with." Gordo emphasized on the word 'Some'. Turning to the storeowner who had just returned with a paper towel and handed it to Lizzie, who thanked her graciously, Gordo said, "Just round up this gown and suit. Thanks!"
"Mr Gordon, is it?" She enquired. Gordo nodded. "Please sign this, and you too, Mrs Gordon." The storeowner twinkled as she said that.
"I like that name." Lizzie smiled as she signed the form.
"Move off nerds." She shoved them aside and then 'complimented' them. "Oh! You two look sooo nice together. You are sooo compatible."
"CLAIRE?" Lizzie, Gordo and Miranda asked in total shock and surprise.
"Gordo, Hi." Claire smiled sweetly at Gordo. "Changed your mind about being with that slut?" She stared with hatred and disgust at Lizzie.
"DON'T CALL MY FIANCE A SLUT!" Gordo raged. Lizzie calmed him down before he continued, slightly calmer. "You are the slut. When Lizzie and I are married, will you kindly stay out of our perfect lives?"
"No." Claire answered simply.
"Repeat that?" Lizzie asked.
"Stay out of my way, you moron." Claire slapped Lizzie so hard on the cheek that she staggered backwards. Gordo caught her, fortunately. He helped her up and glared at Claire with pure disgust. Turning to Gordo, she coolly replied. "No. I said no. I will make everyone of your lives miserable. Until then," she paused to flip her hair. "Will you change your stupid mind and marry me."
"I will never marry anyone who insults Lizzie or I. So, Claire, your high hopes of you and me getting married is..." Gordo pretended to think.
"Zilch!" Lizzie and Miranda answered at the exact same time, then giggled.
"Um excuse me, but can you all take your lame argument outside to discuss?" The bridal storeowner asked, looking up from her framed glasses and rolling her emerald green eyes. "I've got a business to run." She gestured toward the nerdy couple, hovering at the door, as though preparing to leave.
"Don't bother. You are serving a pig-headed couple and I'm just done wasting my time trying to nicely reason things out with them." Claire smoothed her skirt and patted her hair.
"Does this," Gordo gesturing toward Lizzie's swollen cheek, a thin stream of blood flowing freely down. "This, look like 'nicely reason things out with them'? Huh?" Gordo mimicked sarcastically.
Claire's fake diamond ring had caused a little tear across her right cheek as she slapped Lizzie. "Darling, it's Ok!" Lizzie soothed the enraged Gordo. "There are some people here we just don't want to be with." She glanced briefly at Claire. Gordo immediately understood.
"Yes. There are just SOME people we don't want to be with." Gordo emphasized on the word 'Some'. Turning to the storeowner who had just returned with a paper towel and handed it to Lizzie, who thanked her graciously, Gordo said, "Just round up this gown and suit. Thanks!"
"Mr Gordon, is it?" She enquired. Gordo nodded. "Please sign this, and you too, Mrs Gordon." The storeowner twinkled as she said that.
"I like that name." Lizzie smiled as she signed the form.