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Post by steph2 on Feb 6, 2012 20:07:37 GMT -5
He had broken up with her. The scene had played out over and over again in her head every time she had a few seconds of silence. Her mother had kept her promise, keeping Svetlana out of trouble and eventually dropping the load that she had met a man by the name of Dr. Barnes, who seemed like the perfect man for her. Svetlana went along with it once she was told he owned his own medical research company (inherited from his father) and that he was a doctor so she would be okay in his hands. He was a busy man but after a few candle light dinners and screwing him to make the pain of not being able to be with Nolan subside, she was told they would be married. He was nice enough…not all that interesting aside from the doctor thing and maybe his lean figure. He just didn’t have what Nolan had…tattoos? The cute puppy smile? His love of all things food? Hugging her whenever there was a thunderstorm? Knowing her like the back of his hand? The intensity every time they made love? No, he didn’t have any of that… But as her mother had, she would deal with it. At the moment, though, she stood in the flower shop that was apparently the best in town looking as what would eventually become her bouquet. Svetlana had impeccable taste and that was a given considering her outfit alone was pretty damn well coordinated. Her heels clicked on the ground as she grabbed a rose and twirled it a bit between her slender fingers. She looked over at Charlotte, who she finally reconciled with, and sighed in the only bored way Svetlana knew how, “Do you know what any of these flowers or the colors mean?” she cocked her head a bit to the side, her dark hair falling like a waterfall around her. She had refused to talk about Nolan other than having told her they broke up and that was that. She didn’t say why and didn’t want to go on about it. She wanted to cut it off before it grew infected and festered, turned gang green and killed her heart more than it already had. She was being shallow with Dr. Barnes and it was obvious she had no shame for marrying him on such short notice (only a few weeks after getting out of the hospital for an overdose-yikes.) and though he didn’t know she was marrying him for citizenship and money, it wasn’t like she was trying to hide it. She’d blatantly told Charlotte why she’d agreed to the proposal. If she didn’t like him five years down the road, a nice divorce and a wad of money would cure any of their issues. She was becoming her mother-with her trillions of husbands-and it was like Svetlana was a mini her in boot camp training for the big leagues of becoming an emotionless robot, “Apparently it’s a big deal and The Hubby needs good press coverage for his company or whatever so, in other words, no fucking up,” she rolled her dark eyes, now lacking the shine and sparkle since the overdose, “I like the white lilies but apparently it’s only for funerals.” She shrugged, grabbing one and sniffing it in an amused manner. Walking over to Charlotte who was only a few steps away from her by the roses, she stuck a rose bud without thorns into her friend’s hair, “Did you and Porter make up yet?” she asked out of the blue and bluntly. Porter, despite everything, was more on her good side than her bad. She couldn’t stay mad at him forever and she was fine with everything now anyway. She was going to get married, live in a big house, pop out a few kids, and live happily ever after…even if it is with the wrong man.
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Post by CHARLOTTE HIRTH on Feb 9, 2012 14:45:53 GMT -5
The soft petals ran through her fingers as she looked at the tulips. Honestly, Charlotte felt extremely bad that she hadn’t brought Porter along to pick out flowers, but this was a girl thing. It was how she had picked out her wedding dress with her mother just days before. These were smaller details that he really could care less about. She knew, deep down, that pretty much everything was up to her and he was going to just show up with his buddies and be swept away with how beautiful she looked. Of course, after picking out the perfect flowers, Charlotte was going to go to the special lingerie place and have Svetlana pick out what was the best for her to sweep her fiancé off his feet. In a couple of weeks, she would no longer be Charlotte Hirth. Her name would become longer, and more important. Charlotte Middleton. Their children, whenever they would come, would have the best upbringing and be used to the fact that their parents would be making love at least once a day, maybe twice. Her brown eyes fell on the peonies and she smiled. Yes, perfect. The bright purple would stand out nicely against her elegant white simple dress and she would be the perfect girl. His dream girl. Svetlana was also with her, deciding what flowers would be perfect for her wedding. The idea that her best friend was getting married soon was amazing. It seemed like yesterday the two had been fooling around with men and now, well, they were walking down the aisle. Sure, Sevvie wasn’t as thrilled, and Charlotte knew that. She knew that Sevvie didn’t want to marry the doctor, that she wanted to be with Nolan, but there was nothing she could do about it. And in all honesty, the doctor was much more posh and much nicer than Nolan had ever treated her. But as long as her best friend was happy, Charlotte would be happy. And if Svetlana wanted to pretend that she was happy and cheerful, then she would pretend to understand and buy it. That was how they worked together. Accepting the facades until the other person finally cracked. “Red means love, purple means royalty, blue means calm and I’m not quite sure what everything else is. All I know is that I’m getting purple peonies and Porter better deal with that” she responded, grabbing a slip of paper and writing down the price and the type. These were the ones she wanted. “Get red lilies. They’ll go beautifully with your lipstick and their elegant. Barnes can’t complain about that” she said, remembering the real reason Barnes was coming into the picture. While she didn’t really like the true reason as to why Svetlana was toying the man around, she understood the twisted ways. A divorce was in the path, just like she assumed was down the path with Porter all those months ago, but she accepted that. Svetlana would find love eventually, whether it be in one marriage, or the third. Besides, Charlotte loved dressing up like a little princess and walking down the aisle. Chuckling at Svetlana’s amused manner, she made her way towards the pink roses. The prickers were the obvious reason as to why she didn’t want roses. She didn’t want to be pricked on her wedding day. A smooth hand gently placed a rose in her hair and Charlotte stuck her tongue out at Sevvie. “I forgave him. He’s having a harder time realizing that I forgive him for giving me an panic attack and for throwing me against the wall. He thinks I’m leaving him soon, just like his father, but that’s something he has to realize won’t happen,” she shrugged “I love him and he loves me. That’s what it comes down to and while we aren’t expanding our family any time soon, we will one day. But I suppose we’re in a better place than a couple of weeks ago. I made it up to him on the stage of his burlesque club” a teasing smile appeared on her lips at the memory. “What about you and the doctor? He’s alright?” Charlotte used an accent when pronouncing the doctor, just like she normally did. It was a small joke between the two.
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