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This woman was again insulting me, even if it was passive-aggressive shit. “Up to it? Hell, how hard could it be?”
“Well, that depends on how many will attend,” Belle said. “And what kind of wedding the couple wants.”
I shook my head and said, “We aren’t exactly living a normal existence here, ya know?” I looked over at my brother. “We are still at war, Justice.”
“So?” he replied. “That just makes it even more important. The family living here is the wedding party. We have Ma and you to do the cooking along with lots of helpers.” He placed an arm around Scarlet. “It shouldn’t be too hard.”
Scarlet nodded. “I have Cinnamon making my dress and we don’t need anything really fancy. I mean this place has room for a dance floor, a banquet and us. That’s all we need.”
I stared at Scarlet then at my brother.
Justice gave me that lopsided grin of his. “It is called living our lives and being in love, brother. We don't need much. We are lucky as it is.” With a wink at me, he maneuvered his woman out through the doorway.
Fate shook his head and smiled at me. “Mr. Wedding Planner, eh? Is there even a trophy for that?” He chuckled and headed the other way.
This left me and my wedding planning partner alone in the room.
“That is Fate, right?” Belle asked as she motioned her head at him as he went through the other doorway.
I nodded.
“Your twin, correct?”
I again nodded at her.
“He doesn't look like you,” she noted.
I shrugged and said, “Fraternal, not identical.”
“Yeah, that is for sure.”
I narrowed my eyes at her. “And what is that supposed to mean?”
“He just seems ….” She shook her head. “Really different from you.”
“He is,” I had to agree with her. “We are like night and day.”
She nodded but didn’t say anything.
I felt a little niggle of something…I paused to wonder what it was. “What differences did you see?” I asked outright.
She looked back over at me as she stood from the table with the food tray in her hand. “He’s funny and…” she paused and let out a sigh. “Look, I think we should avoid having this kind of conversation.”
“This kind?” I stared at her. “Come on. Tell me exactly what differences you're talking about.”
“No. We aren’t going there. Why do you think we are in this mess now?” She marched across the room.
I followed her…yeah, I know…why? But I just couldn’t seem to help myself. “Let’s try to make the best of it,” I suggested.
She shook her head as we went into the kitchen. “Are you for real, Liberty?”
I stopped in my tracks and said, “What you see is what you get.”
“Yeah, I know…” She laughed as she headed over to the sink.
“What is so funny?” I asked as I knew I had just been insulted somehow.
She proceeded to wash her dishes and silverware as she answered, “You are. Like we have been arguing since the moment we met. You know this and so do I. So, we shouldn’t discuss what I really think of you. Nor should you share any more of your opinions about me.”
