“What about Lilac?” Oona asked. She was laying on her stomach across where the coffee table used to be. Now that Braylie’s parents were in the know on their engagement it was time to start planning their wedding and Oona was taking over with a vengeance. She’s never seen her throw herself into something like this aside from when she’s volunteering at the Pet Shelters.
“I don’t know,” Braylie sighed. “We have a year to plan it.”
“Why are you waiting a year?”
“There are invitations to send out. Caterer’s to call, taste testing, hiring staff. Mom is supposed to help with it, but she’s not coming to the states until..” Braylie reached into her pocket to take out her phone and pull up her calendar. “September.”
“Why so long?” Oona buried her face in the magazine. “I miss them already.”
“I have no idea,” she sighed as she started to put her cell phone back into her pocket just as it started vibrating in her hand.
“What about pastels? Or maybe a soft blue, like the sky in spring?”
“I don’t think the color of the sky differs from season to season, Oona.” She smiled down at her little sister, looking at her phone to see the caller ID read ‘Private Number.’
“Wonder who this could be.”
Oona shrugged, flipping through the pages of bridal magazines filled with wedding dresses and bridesmaid dresses, drawing a red star with her sharpie on the ones she liked and the ones she thought Braylie would look good in. “Just let your voicemail pick it up, B. I need your opinion on this strapless dress for the bridesmaids.”
Holding the phone in her hand, she leaned over Oona to look down at the dress she was eyeballing. “No way. Faye’s boobs would fall out of that dress.” She shook her head as she pressed talk and put the phone up to her ear. “Hello?”
“But she’s your maid of honor!” Oona said under her breath. “She wouldn’t be wearing this dress and it would make my boobs look awesome!”
Braylie rolled her eyes as the sound of a woman’s voice filled her ear. She had a nasally voice, the kind that if you listened to for too long might put you to sleep or make you want to watch Ferris Bueller's Day Off. “Hi, may I please speak with a Miss Braylie Bartolini, please?”
“May I ask who’s calling?” She asked, as she looked at Oona holding up the magazine pointing to a wedding dress that was in a mermaid type fashion, she shook her head making a gagging face which rewarded her with a silent giggle from her little sister who then proceeded to draw a mustache on the woman’s face in the picture.
“My name is Rachel, I’m a receptionist at the Desert Palms Hospital, I’m calling because Braylie is listed as an emergency conta-” Cutting her off, Braylie turned away from Oona as goosebumps covered her entire body. She heard a slight ringing in her ears and cold sweat started to form across her brow.
“What’s wrong? Is it Sophia?”
“I’m sorry, but I’m only allowed to discuss this with Braylie Barto-”
“This is Braylie, now tell me what’s wrong! Is it my God Daughter, is she hurt?”
“Noo, I’m calling to inform you that Faye has been admitted to our ICU and is in need of emergency surgery. We need you to come down and sign some papers authoriz-”
Not bothering to let her finish the sentence, “Wait, emergency surgery? What’s going on? Why would Faye need surgery. What happened?”
