Just Peachy

Johanna was beautiful in her dress, her makeup done and her hair pinned in places. She was sitting near us, with her new husband, eating the steak dinner everyone was served.

I stared at the dinner. “Julianne, darling!” I heard someone say. I looked up from the plate and saw the bride and my mother conversing together. Johanna's eyes traveled past my mother and looked down at me.

She gasped. “You must be Emily, darling!” I stood up, moving closer so I could actually talk to her without looking rude.

“Hello,” I said, smiling. “You look beautiful.”

She thanked me, then frowned. “You've not touched your steak, darling. Do you feel alright?”

My smile dropped. “I didn't mean to be rude, I'm just a vegetarian. Thank you, though. I'm sure I would enjoy it…” I said awkwardly. I was tense, because I knew someone was walking up behind me.

“Mother, Daisy and Pheobe are making some trouble over at the table,” one of Johanna's daughters said. Johanna closed her eyes, sighing and them opening them again.

“Okay, Charlotte. Thank you, I'll be there in a minute,” she said, dismissing her daughter. When Charlotte was gone, she looked at me, smiling, “You simply must come see Louis! I must introduce you two!”

I waved my hands, backing up once, shaking my head. “No, no I'm alright. Thank you, Johanna.”

“Well, one of the other boys then?” She said with hopeful eyes. “Maybe Harry?”

“Johanna, finally,” a female came up, holding onto Liam Payne’s forearm. “We haven't been able to find you all day! We wanted congratulate you.”

I stood the quietly. Being in the presence of 1/5 of the world’s biggest boy band was scary.

“Thank you, Sophia.” Johanna smiled.

“Who's this?” She asked, turning to look at me.

“I'm Emily,” I said, probably speaking extremely fast. I've been told I do that in situations. I lifted my head up higher.

Liam smiled. “I've seen you before,” he said. “I forget which magazine though.”

“Well, you're very pretty,” Sophia said, taking my hand and squeezing it. I told her thank you quietly. “I'm a model, too. Maybe we could do a photo shoot sometime?”

Sophia grabbed a napkin off a table and a pen from her little clutch purse, writing digits on it and handing it to me.

“I would put your number in my phone, but I've seemed to have gotten it taken away,” she says, giving Liam a glare. He smiles, shrugging and blushing a little.
“Hey, can I steal Emily away from you guys?” She asks.

I look back at my mother, who's surprising gotten quiet. She nods, and Sophia tells Liam to go away. She turns and smirks at me, looping her arm in mine.

“We’re going to go for a walk, Ms. Rudd.”

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