Chapter 165 Preperations
"WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU DO THAT?" I snarl at the little brat. That necklace was special to her! It was the only thing left she had from her parents!
"I WAS JEALOUS, OKAY? SHE HAD EVERYTHING! AND I... I WANTED HER TO KNOW WHAT SHE WAS DOING TO ME, SO I FUCKING STOLE IT JUST SO SHE WOULD KNOW WHAT IT WAS LIKE NOT TO HAVE EVERYTHING SHE WANTED!" Liv rants.
Josies eyes shimmer with tears and I want to take the little twirp and throw her over my knee and pound her backside! If she's going to act like a fucking child, I'm going to treat her like one!
"Liv... why do you think I had everything?" Josie demands.
"You had all the fucking money, and you were spending it on yourself!" Liv whined. "You didn't give a fuck that Beth and Ava got to walk around in pretty things and I didn't!"
"Liv, you're wrong. Aunt Beth stole Josie's money. And she kept it for herself! Josie didn't have any money; except the money she kept for emergencies. She was going to use it to run away with us, remember?" Charlie demanded. 'She was the one who was protecting us for that bitch!"
Liv blinked. "Then where did she get that fucking necklace?" she demands.
Charlie grumbles under her breath. "LIV! THAT WAS FROM MOM AND DAD! SHE GOT IT THAT NIGHT RICK CAME TO WATCH JOSIE DANCE! IT WAS A GIFT BECASUE SHE PREFORMED WELL! AND YOU FUCKING STOLE IT?"
"Oh..." Olivia, for once in her life looks small. "I didn't... I thought she was stealing from us," she sniffs.
"Stealing from us? Liv! She was the one paying for us to eat! You were a fucking brat to her! You didn't lift a damn finger to earn money! You just thought you were entitled to everything she worked her ass off for! Treating your own sister like fucking shit!" Charlie rambled.
I'm actually shocked because I've never heard Charlie curse before, but I don't think I've ever been prouder of her, standing up for her sister like that.
The girls all ended up sobbing and Liv apologized for being such a bitch to her. "Let's go. I promise, I'll be a better sister now. Time to make you beautiful," she smiled up at her sister with blood shot eyes.
They spent hours away from the house, dress shopping, and apparently going to the salon, which made me very happy. My girl came home sparkling like the fucking sun!
I haven't seen the dress yet, and I'm dying to. But I promised my girls I'd be good and not peek.
They also had a blast trying on their own dresses. Josie wanted a simple color scheme of white, black and red. Charlie's dress is red and Liv's is black.
For the past two weeks my house has been utter chaos because we decided to have the wedding here in the ballroom. And now after all the fucking work, tomorrow is the day.
Jeff has been working with the caterers and the event planners. I don't give a shit about fabric swatches and what color the trim is. I don't even care what kind of cake we get!
As long as Josie is happy, I'm happy. I just want to finally be joined to my bride in every way possible.
I don't want Josie to lift a finger. In fact, she's been pampered. I sent her and her sisters to the spa this afternoon, while I work on a few last-minute things, just so she will be ready for tomorrow.
She came back with a trim and highlights, along with a nail job! She looked fucking perfect. So refreshed and invigorated... A good thing too, because I'm ready to worship her body tonight.
She doesn't want a huge wedding, which is good, because we are keeping it simple and intimate.
I refuse to let any of my family join. Mom is pissed when she heard she wasn't even invited. But why the hell would I invite her? She's a fucking bitch, who did my father's bidding. She was only around for the glory of being Dean Kingston's wife! She didn't give a shit she had a son who worked his ass off to provide for his parents.
Also, she threw a hissy fit when I told her I was filing charges against her and she would never see her grandchildren. Ever. She can go rot in a jail cell with her fucking husband that she wanted so badly to impress.
I decided to hire a string quartet for the wedding. I'm going to have them play the song Josie and I danced to instead of the traditional wedding march.
The one thing I was clear on was we are having sparkling cider instead of champagne.
I stand back and admire the ballroom. I think we're finally ready!
I'm so fucking excited!
"You ready to call it a night, Little Dancer?" I whisper in her ear.
She beams up at me. "Yeah, I think I really am," she giggles.
"Good!" I snarl, pulling her up into my arms and marching up the stairs to our room. "Because I'm going to ravage my bride tonight!"