Alara03 - Blog Posts
"Not when the other option would be listening to you talk." Serra smiled, overly sweet. Onlookers would think they were having a grand old time, catching up with family. Meanwhile Alara was her least liked family member. "So what?"
"Do you ever shut up?" It was amazing how much Serra frustrated her and she didn't understand where this competition was coming from. That is what it felt like. She wanted her cousin to be happy, but constantly dragging her down made it hard to even convey any of it. "I don't think I remember asking who you came with." She stated, feeling bad for the wizard in question.
"It would have been rather embarrassing for you." Serra giggled, her superiority complex obvious. Annoyed that Alara didn't ask she provided the information herself. "I'm here with Antonin."
Alara rolled her eyes at her cousin and glanced around for Evan to come save her from this monster. "Do you think I would have attended if he wasn't with me?" She wouldn't have. This was the world they grew up in, didn't mean she had to be here. Emir and Mira would have been enough for the family appearance.
"Because bothering you is so fun." It was one of her favorite past times. after all, ever since she had been a little girl. "Is your fiancé here tonight or did he make you come alone?"
Serra was the last person Alara wished to run into. Not in the mood to deal with her cousin, or the judgement that came from her, she lets out a sigh. "Why don't you find someone else to bother." The sooner the other took off she could go off to find Evan.
As always when she had to see her cousin in public, Serra wasn't thrilled. Alara's mere presence had the ability to annoy her and here she was, boasting about working. Willingly. It made her look poor and embarrassing. "I don't understand why you keep bragging about working. It's tacky."
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The second wedding she was attending with Evan, has his fiancé, was starting to come with an ease, considering how much time they had been spending together and getting to know him more. There was still that hesitation and the dread of getting married, but at least she was trying and no one could hold it against her.
She stood where the cake was displayed, proud of her work, once more, a few more orders had been put in and it was coming her busy. "I have to say, this might be one of my finest jobs." A smile seeps on her lips. "What do you think?"
