“SO, when exactly were you going to tell your mother and I that you were engaged Clair Caitriona Cameron? We had to hear it from a website called TMZ? The fook is wrong with you. What do you think mother is going to say?” Clair let out a loud sigh as she listened to her brother’s lecture. One of the many calls she was going to get soon enough. It was an impulse decision, but she loved Sam, and a part of her knew she wouldn’t mind being married to the girl. Plus, they could always get a quick divorce and remain friends after. She felt bad, for using Sam like this. The American was putting everything on hold for her best friend and she honestly didn’t know what to say. She just smiled through all the government meetings. They checked on in on them, but this was a particularly unusual case since they could just watch the show to see the couple. They moved in together, they spent most of their time together, though admittedly, Clair had neglected to talk about wedding details. She just really wanted to make sure Sam was ready for what lied ahead. Running a hand through her short, red hair, Clair nodded along as her brother went on about what a fit mom was going to say. “Well maybe we just won’t tell her. Maybe we’ll elope. But then I’ll never hear the end of is.” Clair said, rolling her eyes. She then flopped onto the bed, her eye keeping steady on the clock. She was to meet Sam, in the lobby at eight o’clock sharp. “Hey, I have to go. Just please don’t tell mum alright? I will get to telling her, I promise. Just, let me to it on my own.” She said, before hanging up with the words of her brother, “hurry the fook up” ringing in her ears. She knew her parents weren’t going to be happy. They’d rather her scale some gigantic volcano in the middle of nowhere, than marry a woman. “She won’t be able to get married in the church.” That is the only thing her mother had to say to her when she came out. Clair would still feel the harsh words pour down on her. Starting to get ready, Clair had to push every bad thought away. Tonight was just about them, Sam and her. She wanted it to be a special night, because Sam deserved it. She really wanted to wow the girl. Putting the ring back in her pocket, Clair applied a light layer of mascara before changing into her dress. She donned a short, lilac colored dress with golden heels. When she was finished getting ready, Clair picked up the bouquet of flowers she had picked up earlier and waited in the lobby. She was nervous, she adored Sam more than anything, and she didn’t want to mess this up. Fake marriage or not. Tucking her hair behind her ear, the volcanologist was about to text her when she saw Sam descend the stairs. “Hi,” she whispered, her breath catching in her throat.
