Wednesday, January 8, 2014

Fiction For Friends

Well, here's something.  This is a fluffy, romantic, silly story that I play with when I have writer's block from writing my real project. Please disregard typos and grammatical errors. Because this is my brain-candy piece, I don't bother with combing through it obsessively.  Enjoy....this is the first chapter.  Also, I'll be taking ideas for titles!

                She shouldn't have said it.  She shouldn't have said anything.  But she had.  And now she had to follow through.  What had been her motivation?  Impressing Philip or finding Brady?  A morning of questions, a burned-down barn, and now the bride was missing.  Well, she'd turn up.  She always had been a diva.  Brady Kenton would never stay missing long enough to actually worry people.  She'd show up at just the right time, giving everyone a thrill of relief, and assuring herself of at least a month's worth of attention.  And in the meantime, it was up to Fiona to pick up the pieces.  Fiona Kenton, sister to the diva,  was fed up.  As soon as Philip had shown up at the church that morning, Fiona had known something wasn't right.
                She'd left Brady at the inn knowing she wouldn't be missed amongst the oohing and aahing over her dress and hair and jewels and tried to beat everyone to the church that morning in hopes of some peace and quiet before the big event.  Philip had shown up only moments after her.  He'd found her sitting quietly in one of the middle church pews, head bowed, hands folded.  He'd stood silently still until he saw that she'd finished her prayer and then he quietly asked, "Everything alright?"
                Fiona had jumped slightly.  She'd been so caught up in her prayer and her thoughts that she'd almost forgotten her surroundings.  She'd looked up into Philip's beautiful blue eyes and said, "Yes.  Everything's wonderful.  Just praying for the happy couple."  Lie.  Lie.  Lie.  Well, she had been praying for them...to never get married.  To realize they were totally wrong for each other.  To part friends and encourage each other to move on.  To awaken to the reality that it was she, Fiona, who belonged with Philip Arber.  Philip Arber, handsome, successful, tender --
                "Fi, are you okay?  You look a little...dazed."  Philip had stepped closer and laid the back of his hand on Fiona's forehead.
                She jumped again.  To feel his touch.  To see the concern for her in his eyes.  She'd almost allowed a sigh of pleasure to escape her lips.  She'd shaken herself back to the moment at hand.  Philip's wedding .  Philip's and Brady's wedding.  She had backed away a little and said, "I'm just excited for the both of you.  Where's Brady?  Didn't she ride with you to the church?"  It had been just like her sister to insist on doing away with silly traditions like the groom not seeing the bride before the wedding.  They had planned to ride to the church together but Philip had arrived alone.
                Philip had looked questioningly at Fiona and asked, "She's not already here?  She left a note saying she came to the church early with you!"

                That was when Fiona's stomach had done a dive.  For the next three hours, as people arrived at the church, search parties were formed, phone calls were made, and the panicked chaos of a missing bride ensued.  Fiona had asked Philip to accompany her to the barn where they'd planned to hold the reception in hopes of finding Brady there.  When the two had gotten there, they found the place engulfed in flames.  Philip had completely broken down.  Fiona had called the authorities and after a thorough dousing and professional search, she had been assured there'd been no one inside the barn.  Wherever Brady was, it hadn't been in the church nor the barn.  And while everyone else was beside themselves with worry, Fiona could feel nothing but anger.

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