Clara
I was not going to lie, it felt nice sleeping in my own bed. Everything was getting set up for the wedding and my mother was running around like a chicken with her head cut off. Zoey was making me try on rehearsal dress, because the last one was ruined. "You know I don't like this stuff." I said from the closet, putting on another.
"I know, but it needs to get done." She said. "The wedding is coming up."
I come out in a red dress similar to the one that was ruined in the fire. "You know your mother would hate that." She said, bounding Finn up and down on her knee as Finn rolled around on the bed.
"I like it though." I say, looking at myself in the mirror.
"You said you only wanted to have say over the reception dress. I picked it up for you today. It is so beautiful."
I smile. "I know. When I was little. I said I was going to wear that dress on my wedding day. Now I am!" I said.
She walked into my closet, carrying Liam on her hip. She pulled out a flashy knee length dress. "Here, try this on." When she heard me groan she said, "Look, your mother told me to approve and I think she would want you to wear this."
I go try it on and come out. It was pretty, but for Zoey or another girly princess. "It's fine." I said. I took it off and laid it on my vanity. "I am going to get Cass to help me get some shoes."
I walked down the hall to his room and knocked. There was no answer. I opened the door and he was sitting on his bed. "Why didn't you answer?" I asked.
"Um, Sorry. I did not hear you." He said. He got suddenly nervous.
"What's wrong?" I asked, trying to get closer, but he moved away.
He coughed. "I am getting sick. I don't want you to get sick, maybe you should leave. No need for both of us to get sick before the wedding."
I sigh, knowing he was lying. "Okay, I will see you at dinner."
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I made my way to the dining room with Logan and Zoey. They let me hold Liam and I loved every second of it. I saw Cass sitting at the table and I walked over to him. "hey are you feeling better?" I asked him.
He avoided eye contact with me. "No I am still feeling better."
I tried to touch his shoulder for reassurance, but he moved away. I did not try again. I just sat at my place and did not speak.
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When dinner was over I went into his room after dinner. "Clara..." He began.
"Caper stop." I said. "I know you are not sick and I know you are avoiding me. I just don't understand why."
He did not answer.
"Is it because I did something. Did I say something that upset you?" I ask. Worry was building up inside me.
Again, he did not say anything.
I had for force my self to speak, the words did not want to come out. "Is it because you don't love me?" I asked. "I understand. You could have just got caught up in the moment and did not mean it." I said, holding the tears in.
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