My Stepbrother-Too Hot To Handle

Dabby:

“Oh my goodness! Who got you those ugly glasses? You certainly cannot wear these to my wedding,” Mum screamed the moment I walked into the dressing room, where she was getting gorgeously made over for the wedding. I looked around to see if her husband was somewhere around.

Aunt Penelope was unable to accompany me because of her working shifts, as she had missed so many working hours due to her sickness, and just sent her wishes and wedding gift to Mum.

“He is on his way already,” I heard mum say, and she was still not looking pleased with the way I was looking. My hair curls were still so thick, and perhaps it was the new glasses that weren’t helping matters. Whatever it was, I did not know.

“I just hope your boobs fit into the corset dress I made for you. And for your hair, it’s going to take hours to straighten it, so we will leave it the way it is and just style it,” Mum said, as she continued to stare at the sandals that I was wearing. I wanted to at least look a bit different from my usual self, but she was not even having it at all.This content © Nôv/elDr(a)m/a.Org.

And in a few minutes, the stylists that were still busy fixing her own dress initially, were already all over me in no time.

“Please fit her to perfection,” Joanna instructed them, and I knew that I was probably not going to like the outcome of the superfluous efforts they would put in.

A few minutes later, I walked out in the really suffocating purple and black dress looking like a doll, as I stared at the huge mirror before me. I love the new look of my thick brown hair and how well it compliments my grayish blue eyes.

The makeup was something I could never have on a normal day, and the heels were too high to even balance them. But I was glad it covered my spots.

‘Joanne Sanders might actually be the end of me.’

“Now you look like Joanne’s daughter,” Mum said proudly, and I sighed again and again.

‘How would I even see properly when she said that I could not wear my glasses?’

The formalities of the wedding went on and on for hours, and I watched mum grin from ear to ear in excitement on the stage. Spencer looked even better in real life than in the pictures as he stood on stage, but I was more curious to see his so-called son. He was nowhere in sight.

There were still so many things to do in only one wedding, that I knew that getting to talk to mum soon would not be possible till the day ended. It was just a casual wedding.

Sure that my dress would have served its great worth and value of feeding the eyes of appreciation, I struggled to stand up only after drinking a cup of juice, to go and unloosen it in any place I could. I would prefer simple and free clothes, rather than this intestine twisting dress called a corset or whatever.

It was evening already, and the main event had ended with just the after party to enjoy, and that was when I came out of the resort dressing room where the wedding was being hosted too.

I had taken so much time to wash off the really sticky makeup, to get the right clothes to wear from my box. The disappointed look on her face when she sighted me afterward was glaring, as she approached where I was standing with her new husband.

‘Dear lord. I hope I was ready for this.’

“Hi, Dabby. It is so nice to meet you. You are so beautiful like your mother,” Spencer stretched his hands, and I took it immediately while trying to act normal.

‘He was going to be my new family. Let us be good.’

“It is really nice to meet you, sir,” I sounded so formal as I answered him, which made Mum cringe at my awkwardness.

“And here he finally comes,” Mum announced, the moment her eyes diverted their attention, and it was a really tall person coming from afar.

“That is your brother,” Mum implied with a bright smile, as my heart missed so many beats at the same time.

‘My stepbrother?!’ I screamed inwardly.

The appearance of the person that was coming from afar was so intimidating, that I could never even imagine that we were in the same grade or anything.

He was not wearing the usual suit I had envisaged him to be in, but he was wearing a white shirt and black pants with matching leather shoes. He seemed much hotter and really handsome than his dad, and even my faulty eyes could tell.

“This should be the last one, boy. Punctuality really matters,” Spencer stated, with a smile on his face when his son got so close, but I could sense the sternness and displeasure in his voice. Mother was just smiling.

“Dabby, this is Damien. Damien meet your sister Dabby,” Spencer continued, and I retreated a bit to look at the daunting stepbrother of mine. The aura was too familiar. Too familiar.

My eyes raised up under my glasses to see who it was, and I could feel my head spin in activation to fainting. I wanted to lose my mind or have an attack, so that someone would wake me up and say that it was a dream. It should be. Please.

‘Damien Anderson was my stepbrother?! How on earth?’