White Wedding || Winter&Zach
Winter stared down at her hands for the time being and looked up at him when he offered the crackers to her. She smiled thankfully and took them, opening them. Once Zach looped his arm around her, she leaned into him and rested her head on her shoulder. “Yeah… What if they don’t like me? I mean, from your background and my own… we’re completely different people.” She whispered and nibbled on a cracker, then started again. “I mean nothing bad about you or your family Zach, but I’ve met snobby rich people and they tend to judge me by poverty.” Winter mumbled.
Winter paused when he tried to explain things and then nodded, giving him a small smile. “Okay. That would be nice.” Winter smiled and tilted her head to look out the darkened windows. “Does this ever get boring? Riding in a limo, having everything you could almost possibly desire?” Winter asked, glancing up at him once more. She always dreamed of having this life, but no matter what she did to help her parents get up there, it never came.
Zach smiled at her and held back a laugh. It didn't really work, but at least it came out more like a choking cough while his wrist hid his smirk. "Okay... Okay, I'm not going to lie to you. Snobby rich people is probably a pretty good description of my family friends. However," he had his pointer finger out to emphasize his words, "that means that they're all about image. So most of them, even if they aren't so nice behind your back, won't say anything mean to you. The ones that do will say it with a smile on their face and expect you to just bow down like they're royalty, but... Just be yourself, you know? Don't take shit from them." He shrugged. "Most of them aren't used to people standing up to them, especially not people that they think are... below them. Which you're not! You're not. Obviously."
His lips pursed, sure he'd just made an ass of himself again. "Uh..." he shook his head and let out a dry laugh. "Sorry. Uh, but my mom- I can tell you exactly what my mother is going to do. She'll pull you around, shower you with compliments, introduce you to all of her friends, shower them with compliments, then as soon as they walk away she'll turn to you and become like a completely different person. She'll bombard you with a million questions, at least half of which will seem entirely irrelevant, and she'll tell you how annoying all of these people are and how much she hates every little thing about the wedding."
He rolled his eyes at the thought of his mother, then shrugged again. "I don't know about my father, though. He's an ass and I haven't seen him since I was in middle school. But his bride probably looks a lot like you, and doesn't have your brains." He paused, then gave her a strange mix of looks. "I apologize in advance for if my father hits on you." He gave her an apologetic, lop-sided smile, then bit the inside of his grinning lips at her question.
"I know I should probably say 'oh, yeah, deep down I hate having all this money,' like a celebrity swearing up and down that fame ruined their life, but... Honestly, no. I love it." Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the driver give a small nod, signalling they were about to arrive. He openly smiled, and leaned over to brush the sheer curtains behind Winter's head away from the window. Outside, a wide expanse of concrete and lights greeted them, and when he nudged her slightly, the plane came into view. "I mean, why bother to be negative about my life when I can give you nights like this?" he whispered, and looked from their private plane back to Winter's face.
