understatement of the century

Thursday, September 19: Creative writing day: write a (very short) fictional story that starts with this sentence: “To say I was dreading the dinner party would be the understatement of the century.”
The story does not necessarily need to have a conclusion – you can leave your readers wishing for more!

to say i was dreading the dinner party would be the understatement of the century. i’d never met emerson’s family & had heard they were a little less frightening than stingrays. not in the way you might think, but that they were a fiercely loyal clan who had little interest in anyone else joining. my blond hair & green eyes stood out like a sore thumb as i visually photoshopped myself their family photos. i could not for the life of me actually picture myself standing next to them, smiling cheerfully for the camera. it made me sick to my stomach. how would i ever convince them that this small town girl could be strong enough to endure even the highest of tides to be by emerson’s side. you see i loved him. i still love him. i love him from the tips of my wispy hair down to my core. his smile & his laughter infect me with a certain intoxication that can not be cured. for 5 years , our love grew like a vine, wrapping each other in an obscure bliss. everything led up to this very moment. what lay on the other side of that door was my future & the news of our engagement would surely be seen as a shock to all. emerson looked down into my face & squeezed my hand to reassure me everything would be fine. he had a way of making me believe him even when my head told me otherwise. i guess i’ve always been one to lead with my heart. i took one last glance at the family heirloom delicately sparkling on my left hand, let out one last labored breath & emerson knocked on the door of 287 Lance Herald Place. & then all hell broke loose…

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