His Last Choice

Chapter 39

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Peyton's POV

"Want me to kick her out?" Soren said rubbing comforting circles on my back.

It was already too late with Sam causing a hissy fit every time someone tried to tell her to calm down and put the microphone down.

"It's alright," I sighed. "We still have the rest of the night, let her have her fun."

Soren frowned and leaned down to kiss the top of my head, gathering me into his arms. "It's not her night to be had."

"Will everyone please just shut up and listen!" Sam screamed. The sound system screeched at a painful volume and the whole reception echoed in groans, then silence. Sam giggled, "Should have done that earlier—anyway." She cleared her throat. "I—

"Sam, give me that mike this instant!" Dad confronted her with his hand out reached.

"No, dad." She scowled at him with puckered lips, like a disobedient little girl.

This time I groaned, catching her attention.

"Everyone, as all of you know, I am this new bride's beautiful, cunning, intellectual sister!"

"That's a bunch of BS!" Ash yelled from somewhere behind the room; her voice wasn't something I couldn't recognize. I saw mom march towards her, ready to shove soap down her crude mouth.

"Sam..." Dad gave her a faint warning.

Sam's intoxicated state didn't hear it and continued. "...and I was chosen as her superb maid of honor." 'Superb' rolled against her tongue like a purr.

Soren smirked, "Sam sure loves to be the center of attention, doesn't she?'

"That's not the half of it." Looking back at my crazy half-drunk sister, I have the urge to strangle her and then hug her. Hug her because despite how much she has been an eye sore all my life, I wouldn't have had the tough experiences to live by.

She indirectly helped me out in some ways.

Without her and my sisters, I wouldn't have been self-supporting, tough, independent and outgoing.

Dad was just about to grab her when I stopped him. "It's alright dad, I'd like to hear what she says." I smiled genially.

Dad looked at me as if I had just lost my freaking mind. "You sure..." I nodded. "It's your wedding sweetie, are you sure?"

"Positive, let Sam have the lime light." He retreated back amongst the crowd, but near enough to be seen.

"Just give me the word and I'll have her flying through the roof." Soren said over my shoulder.

"Soren, that's not funny."

"I was serious," He said not taking his eyes off Sam who was now about to open her big mouth.

"The first time I saw Peyton was when she came out of my mom's--

"SAM" Mom yelled her face bright as a tomato.

Blinded by the spotlight, Sam innocently shrugged aimlessly at the gasping crowd. "What...? I was going to say tummy, there's nothing wrong with that word." She frowned...and pouted again. "Any way, Peyton had always been the boring type, she didn't even cry when she was brought out into this humongous world!"