Silencing Sapphire by Mia Thompson

Author:Mia Thompson
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: FICTION/Thrillers
Publisher: Diversion Books
Published: 2013-10-15T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 14

Tick. Tick. Tick. Fifty-three minutes.

Sapphire stared at herself in the wedding dress in the 360 degree mirror and felt the sweat accumulate above her lip. It was suffocating her body and its tight, off-the-shoulder straps squeezed her arms into submission.

She’d gotten home from Dr. Rues’ that morning ready to see if the hypnosis worked. She didn’t even bother stripping out of her clothes before collapsing on her bed. She’d just closed her eyes when the door bell rang. Berta was out with Charles so Sapphire zombie-shuffled down to the door and opened it to find Eloise, the wedding planner from Hell.

“Oh great, you’re ready,” Eloise said.

“Um, ready fooor…”

Eloise’s eyes exploded with rage. “Ready for your fitting! I’ve sent the itinerary more than once!”

Sapphire was forced by limo to the bridal shop on Rodeo Drive and jammed into the Vera Wang.

Since the dress was designed for Sapphire by Vera herself, it wasn’t the fitting that took time; it was the accessories. Tiara, no tiara? Veil, no veil? Gloves, no gloves?

The company only made it worse. Chrissy sulked into her glass of red wine, which she insisted she had to have the moment the staff announced there could be no colored liquids near the dresses. Mrs. Vanderpilt, however, was cheerful, but only because Eloise gave her a Xanax. And Petunia and her mother, Heather, were having a blast attacking Sapphire.

Tick. Tick. Tick. Fifty minutes until she had to be at the Golden Mirage.

“Have you gained weight?” Petunia eyed Sapphire. “I get it, with your mother in rehab, it’s probably stress eating. She is the only family member you are actually related to, and she’s not even here. Carefuuul, don’t want to look fat on your honeymoooon.”

Sapphire opened her mouth but found no words.

Heather and Petunia had always taken stabs at Sapphire not being a real Dubois. Usually their comments barely grazed her, but today Petunia’s remark actually hurt. She’d never liked the name Dubois, but Sapphire Green felt too foreign.

“It must be so hard for you, Petunia,” Chrissy cut in, taking a sip of her wine. “Sapphire marrying a Vanderpilt has to remind you of how super single you are. I’m curious, how do you cope? By shopping discount designer wear from last season?” She nodded to Petunia’s fur vest.

Sapphire sent an appreciative smile, but Chrissy was already back to sulking.

“I have a boyfriend,” Petunia mumbled. “He could propose any day.” This was all she dared to say. The Krafts weren’t social enemies you wanted to make.

Petunia’s sudden need for marriage had nothing to do with social pressure…or love. She was in a lifelong competition with Sapphire. Anything she had, Petunia wanted two of.

Sapphire remembered the moment she realized her cousin couldn’t be the child of her kind Uncle Gary—that she was, in fact, the spawn of Satan.

It was the event of the season at the country club. Petunia and Sapphire had been 8 years old, sitting next to each other in their puffy dresses—no doubt made from unicorn pelts. Petunia had loved it, but Sapphire had felt trapped.

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