The Fool
A/N: I'm sorry that the chapters have been a little short lately but I'm trying to keep this baby from dying on me. So it's short chapters or nothing. Sorry. Oh and BTW,Alicia and Felicyta are Eric and Marisol's other sisters.
The path that I have chosen now has led me to a wall, and with each passing day I feel a little more like something dear was lost. It rises now before me, a dark and silent barrier between all I am, and all I would ever want to be. - Kansas, The Wall
"So it's you, me, Eric, Alicia, Ryan, Felicyta, Frank, Alexx, and my parents which gives us a guest list of 10 for the rehearsal dinner." Marisol said as she double checked her note pad.
"11, make it for 11." Horatio corrected. She looked at him, clearly confused.
"11? Who did I miss?" She questioned.
"Calleigh. I want to invite her." He stated simply. Her eyes widened a little.
"Calleigh?" She gulped. "…Why?" She was clearly uncomfortable and even a bit horrified by this news.
"Why not?"
"Well, dear, she isn't a part of the wedding." Marisol remarked, trying to remain pleasant sounding.
"Yes, but everybody else from the team will be there. She shouldn't be excluded." He explained.
"But they're in the wedding!" She exclaimed, frustration showing through. "Besides, she isn't even a part of your team anymore." She muttered under her breath. Horatio glared at her.
"That's not fair, Mari." He reprimanded. Now it was her turn to glare at him.
"No, what's not fair is that pathetic woman trying to steal my fiancé because she lost hers. I'm sorry for what happened to her but that doesn't justify her actions." Marisol replied, pouting. The two stared at each other for a long, tense moment before Horatio spoke again.
"Just make it for 11." He muttered as he walked away from her. Marisol crossed her arms over her chest as she watched his retreating form. Horatio had tried to fool her into thinking that he was over that little slut, but the only person he was fooling was himself.