Airplane Wish - Chapter Three

It's the night of the party, well, almost..
"What do you think?" I ask as I stand in front of Becky. "It's exactly what I had imagined you would look like," she answers admiring her work.

"I love it too, thanks," I say, putting my arms around her in a quick hug.
"That's what friends are for," she replies waving her hand in the air as if to tell me not to mention it.

Well, not everyone happens to be friends with one of Dalou's top designers. "Well, go take it of now," she takes me into the dressing room. I sit down next to her on one of the couches as she begins, "So I know, you've been away and I just wanted to fill you in on what has happened, so you don't make the mistake of calling Tina Mrs. Thompson."
"She got divorced!?"
"Yep, cheated on poor John."
"No!" I exclaim unbelievably.
"I had the same reaction," she tells me.
"I couldn't believe it, she was always so proper."
"Any other surprises?" I ask as I'm not above a little gossip.

"Well, Sandra Keli finally got married..... to Daniel," she informs me.
"Really? Well, good for her, I mean she was always so desperately trying to get hitched," thinking back to how she wanted to marry whatever man that invited her out for coffee.
"Don't you want to know how he's been doing?" She asks cautiously.
"I don't want to hear it," I reply quickly as my voice raises a notch attracting curious stares from customers around the boutique.

"I don't want to hear anything about him," I repeat in a lowered voice.
"It's okay, I understand," she says. It grows quiet after that my thoughts drifting off to the party. It is the last thing, I want to be doing, but I feel backed into a corner.

"Katia look," Becky pulls me out of my thoughts. I look up to where she's pointing and I see a tall gorgeous woman sifting through some dresses on the rack. I glance back at Becky with a raised eyebrow. 'His latest fling' she mouths the words. Well, so much for saying that I don't want to hear anything about him.

"Becky I said, I don't want to hear anything," I say a little angry.
"Technically you didn't hear anything, I showed you," she says.
"Smartass," I say with a huff acting angry, but I can't stay mad at her for long, I know she's just trying to be a good friend. And I do appreciate that she's warning me, so I'm not completely surprised when I do see him. At least, now I'll know what to expect.


I sit at home later that day under the huge baobab tree that has been my haven for years. I'm looking through the guest list my aunt sent trying to recall the faces of the people whose names I remember. It's not distracting me away from the one face I remember too vividly, especially as I see that he Rsvp'd with a plus one. So he's going to bring her then, 'that's okay,' I tell myself trying to stop the angry tears from spilling. I will not cry for him, not again.


No amount of pep talk is going to be enough to get the nerves out of my system. I stare at my reflection in the mirror and really examine myself. My hair has been styled into a classy chignon, my makeup light and simple and my dress, well, I couldn't ask for more. The royal blue silk fabric clings to my body and puffs out right around my ankle in a spectacular mermaid dress. I must admit I look great. A soft knock sounds at my door, "Miss Katia, Mr. Grengali is waiting," I hear Robert's voice say.

"I'll be right down," I say and slip on my silver heels and decide against the teardrop earrings my stylist insisted I were. Good thing I sent her home early because she would not be happy with my choice. I slowly descend the large staircase and it's like I'm eighteen again. People are watching me from below awed by my beauty, but there is only one face I am looking for.

"Oh Katia darling you look divine," aunt Sophie's voice brings me back to the present where I find myself at the bottom of the stairs. I hadn't even noticed. It's a miracle I didn't fall.

"You do lack something though," she says thoughtfully putting her hand on her chin. "Ah ha!" She exclaims snapping her fingers in what I'm suspecting is a eureka moment. She walks off and I'm left alone. She comes back a few minutes later holding a velvet box in her hands. She opens it to reveal the most beautiful diamond necklace ever.

"It's beautiful," I say admiring it. She takes it out moves around me and clasps it around my neck. "It belonged to your mother," she says, "Now you look just like her," she comments, a sad look in her eyes.

No doubt she misses her. I don't even have a memory of her, she's just a face in a picture for me. "You're here," I hear my dad say from behind me. I turn to face him expecting him to scold me for avoiding him for the past two days, but the look in his eyes stops me. "You look beautiful Katia," he says coming closer, "Just like your mother," he finishes and kisses me softly on the forehead. It is the most emotion, I've seen from him in forever and I'm taken aback. I'm unsure of how to respond. He straightens up and says, "We better get going," and the moment is gone.


I can sense the paparazzi and their flashing cameras as we approach the party hall. I run through the lines, I already prepared on the questions they'll probably ask me. Our car pulls up to the building and I can hear them outside. My aunt gets out first, "See you inside honey," she says and nods her head encouragingly. Father steps out second and holds his hand out for me. I take it and get out too and I'm instantly hit by blinding light. I loop my arm through his for support and although I don't always get along with the man I'm glad that he's here tonight.


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Bribri - Thank you for stopping by and reading and commenting, I need the support of people like you. It's great that Katia has support even from her dad we see, but who knows what will happen? *wink*

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A/N: So it's the night of the party, well almost, and what happened to Dad making him go all soft? Please comment guys, I need your feedback to improve the story and my writing.
Published: 11/3/2014
Bouquets and Brickbats