MariGold's POV
One week to their birthday I fell ill. Eliza thought it was as a result of the stress or trauma we had gone through two months ago but it wasn't. I knew exactly why I felt down. It had to do with my heart. It was empty and it wanted it's owner back.
I got off from the bed where I was just resting and I walked to my drawer. I pulled open the third one and lifted some papers up. I saw it. The purple envelope with white flowers on it. Marigolds.
I smiled and pulled it out then closed the drawer. I sat on the floor and crossed my legs then ran my thumb on the envelope
“it's next week” I said to myself and smiled
I hugged the envelope and laid down on the floor. The floor was cold, so not good for me but I didn't care. The thought that Will wanted me back made me feel warm.
Eliza came into the room two minutes later and gasped when she saw me on the floor. She was carrying a tray, probably with hot spicy chicken soup.
“hey! What are you doing on the floor? Get up!” she yelled and quickly dropped the tray on the bed. I quickly hid the envelope behind me, I wanted to surprise her.
She came and pulled me up.
“you brought my chicken I see” I said and stylishly went to the bed. I dropped the envelope and sat on it then carried the tray.
“what are you hiding?” she asked and looked at my butt
I ignored her and opened the plate. The aroma came up to me and I inhaled it and smiled “this smells so good. Yum!” I said and picked up the spoon then began to eat
“hmm, you have an appetite this evening. And you're in good mood. Does it have to do with what you're hiding under your butt?” Eliza asked and I licked my lips and looked at her
“will you follow me to the mall? I wanna buy a beautiful dress” I announced and she chuckled and crossed her arms
“why? Aren't you sick? Why do you wanna go shopping all of a—”
“—I'm going!” I cut her short
“going where exactly?” she asked and I quickly pulled out the invitation and raised it up for her to see
She gasped and began to squeal and jump. I began to wonder if I was the one getting back into a relationship or her
“oh my Gosh! This is great news! I'm so happy! OMG!” she said and quickly sat beside me
“what color of dress would you like? I suggest red. A mermaid dress with a slit or no, a red dress that's flay from the waist down and that reaches your feet. I'll make your hair myself or no, I'll hire a stylist. Don't worry, I got you covered” she blurted
“I thought you gave up” I said
“I gave up on pushing you to a boy not on supporting you on the boy you choose. I support you making up with Wilbur” she replied
“I'm supporting you too” a masculine voice rang from the door. We both looked up to see Fred leaning against the door frame