Another scene for Gabrielle. Next week should be interesting…just an FYI Don’t forget to pop over to Kir’s and read her piece about Bree
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Gabrielle watched out of the corner of her eye as Justine began stepping backwards towards the safety of the dressing room. A snort escaped Steven’s nose.
“You can run, little sis’ but you can’t hide.” He flicked a finger at her. “Go get changed. Gabrielle and I will be waiting for you.”
Justine paled at his words and scurried out of the room. Gabrielle noted the salesperson helping them had already made a quick exit leaving Gabrielle to face the beast alone. She forced a smile.
“Hi honey! What a surprise seeing you…uhm, how did you know where I was?”
Steven smirked. “Do you really need to ask?”
Gabrielle sighed. Libby. She sank down onto the plush antique settee and patted the spot next to her. “So, what’s up?”
“Oh nothing much, just wanted to have dinner with my fiancée, maybe chat about how frustrated I’ve been trying to get a hold of my sister.” Steven’s last words came out in a growl.
“What was I supposed to do? She asked me to keep it quiet. I was trying to be a good friend to my future sister.”
Steven laced his fingers through hers. “I know. I’m not being fair. Justine has to answer for her decision not to tell me.” He glanced around the room. “I don’t suppose she was trying on dresses for you to see, for our wedding?”
Gabrielle responded with an arched brow. He huffed out a long breath.
“So, can I know who my baby sister is marrying?”
“I think it’s better if it comes from her.”
They lapsed into an uncomfortable silence. Gabrielle tried to keep herself from squirming. Where was Justine? After another five minutes she pushed up and walked towards the dressing room. “I’ll just see what’s keeping her,” she tossed over her shoulder. She could hear the familiar ‘click click’ as Steven pulled out his phone and began checking emails.
“Jus? Are you okay?” Gabrielle tapped on the door.
“Gabby? Can you come in here?” Justine’s voice filtered through, sounding like she was in pain. Gabrielle pushed open the door and stopped at the sight.
“What the hell did you do?” She tried to keep the laughter from her voice but failed miserably. Justine’s ivory complexion blotched in embarrassment.
“Just lend me an arm, okay?”
Her body shaking from suppressed mirth, Gabrielle reached in to untangle Justine from the elegant dress. Somehow a long lock of hair had become tangled in the beading, resulting in Justine with half her head and one arm extending out from the neck. After some struggles, Gabrielle freed her from her silk prison.
“Thanks,” Justine puffed. “Well, I guess that’s a good sign to not pick that dress.”
“Maybe…or maybe it’s a sign that that dress didn’t want you to walk out the door without it.” Gabrielle gave her a wink. “I’ll let you finish up. Steven’s going to want answers, you know.”
“I know. Thanks for all your help Gabby.”
She gave Justine a smile and left.
Steven sat in the same place she’d left him, a frown creasing his brow. He looked up as Gabrielle sat down next to him.
“Just a minor wardrobe malfunction. She’ll be out in a minute.” Gabrielle peered over to his phone. “Everything okay there?”
“Hmmm? Oh, yes.” Steven closed the email program and tucked the phone into his pocket. Before he could say anything more Justine crept back in the room, the dress draped over her arm. She straightened up and glared at her brother, as if daring him to say anything.
Gabrielle watched the two with interest. It was like a duel. Steven firmed his lips and stood. Three quick steps brought him nose to nose with his sister. Gabrielle could see Justine’s jaw clench in anticipation.
Steven grabbed her up into a huge hug. Gabrielle felt her mouth drop open as he said “Congratulations” and swung Justine in a circle. From the look on Justine’s face, it wasn’t the reaction she was expecting either. As he released her she took a faltering step back.
“So, you’re okay with this, even though I kept it a secret?”
“Jus, all I want is you to be happy. And when I saw you in that dress, you looked happier than I’ve seen you in years.”
Justine threw herself back into his arms. “Thank you,” she whispered.
“Dad however, is going to kill you.”
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