Set in New York City, Justin Timberlake and Amelia Domineck are the hottest couple in the Manhattan social scene, and their wedding is fast approaching Event of the Year status. Amelia, headstrong and domineering, is not just planning her wedding, she’s choreographing it and Justin seems to simply be along for the ride, as well as Amelia’s assistant Charlotte who after accepting the job wonders if slavery somehow became legal without her realizing it. A Lolita wedding planner, a flakey assistant, and one bridezilla converge together to bring Charlotte and Justin closer and Justin begins to wonder… is this really all that’s left for him? A ring and a promise of forever with Amelia, or does he dare to dream of something more?
The sequal to Unbreakable. Three years later, Abby unwillingly returns to face her enemies once more. When she hears them forming a mysterious plot, she vows to figure it out before they can execute their plan.
I look around the room through my shades. It's so impersonal. The only inviting thing about the room is that the back wall is full of long windows. Even at nine o'clock in the morning, the city is already bustling. My eyes travel from the windows, down the long table and over to my lawyer, Kevin. He's an asshole but he's a good lawyer, I think he actually thinks about my well being and not about how much I pay him.
I hear her scoff but ignore it while I search through the many flights from L.A. to Salt Lake. I guess a morning flight would be better, more time for us to get our shit and get the hell home. I didn't think that it would take two fucking weeks to clean out a house but Kevin said that if something were to happen, we would have enough time to get everything done.
Now I remember why I love this place. The tall ceilings, the long bay windows in the living room, the warmth of the rooms. I remember when we first bought it. We didn't do anything but have sex the first couple of days, and in turn, welcomed Cash into our lives. It's quiet as I step further into the foyer. I continue to walk deeper into the house, walking through the living room and into the kitchen. A few minutes to myself, wonderful.
I'm kind of tempted to call Cameron but she'll only make me feel worse. There's nothing that she can really say to me at this point. You know, I've never wanted to see the hurt and pain that Luci felt so I pretended that she was really okay. I told myself that she would be alright but I'll never be able to think that again. Her face and her words from tonight will always keep me from thinking that she's okay and that she'll get over it.
Hours later, Spiderman has ended and I've finished off my second little bottle of wine. I un-prop the pillows and throw the extra one to the floor. I dig my hands underneath the pillow that remains on the bed and lay my head upon it, comfort filling every fiber in my tired body. Sleep comes all too quickly and it feels as though I've been asleep for hours when I hear my door clicking open from a distance. I chalk it up to myself dreaming and lull back into sleep when I hear the door click shut.
I don't know what the fuck I expected to happen just at this moment, but nothing does. He just looks at me like I've just told him that his dinner was ready. I have to admit, I expected a little more. His next question though, infuriates me. Which turns out to be the one good thing he's still good at.
The day goes by all to quickly and I'm now sitting in the office, waiting for my name to be called. There are two other girls sitting in here with me. One looks to be about sixteen; her mom is here with her. The other one looks to be closer to my age. She's crying though, the lady who looks to be my age. She keeps her face covered with a tissue but we can hear her soft cries.
Haha! This line made me laugh "Then why are you looking at me like my dog just peed on your furniture?" LMAO! Yay! Melissa is in the studio recording her 1st song, this is so nice, Im liking this.. :)...