Pt. 1 - The Rehearsal Dinner
So far it was a very lovely dinner party.
Krista sat at the table with the others, her legs crossed. She slowly brought the glass of champagne to her lips as her eyes danced about the room. She looked over at her mother, Karen, sitting there looking nearly lifeless, a former shell of her energetic self. Krista smiled, knowing all to well, and proudly she might add, that she was responsible for the woman's lack of energy and near lack of a will to live. Her smile got even bigger as she looked over at her father and made eye contact. He winked and took a sip from his own champagne glass before tapping on his glass with his spoon, motioning for everyone to be silent. The smile washed away from Krista's face, and was nearly replaced with a look of disgust. She slowly turned her head towards her sister Martha and her soon-to-be groom Alexander.
Martha and Alexander had met through a friend of her father's, and they seemed to hit it off right from the start. Martha, with her mother's blonde hair and slim physique, was quite the catch for Alex, who despite coming from a wealthy family did not have much luck with women. While not the handsomest of individuals, he wasn't unattractive, and he kept himself in good shape. He was the youngest son of the Matthias family, and his parents were anxious to see him married off, particular to another well-to-do family that could get him a career and out of their hair.
While Alex seemed to be genuinely smitten with his bride, Martha could care less. While she certainly paid him enough attention to keep him, if not satisfied, than at least un-aware of her extra-curricular activities, she was more interested in the different social circles being a member of the Matthias family could get her access to. In the meantime, fucking anyone from the pool boy to her father-in-law certainly didn't seem out of the question.
"I would just like to say," Krista and Martha's father, Richard, announced to the guests at the rehearsal dinner, "how happy I am to see these two together. I'm sure tomorrow will a day and a ceremony we will be talking about for years to come." As the crowd applauded, Krista grinned to herself. Oh, they have no idea, she thought. She beamed another look of hatred towards her sister, who was too wrapped up in a conversation with her vapid friends and party guests to even notice. She turned her head slightly and noticed Alexander looking at her curiously. She smiled, batted her eyes, and stood up to walk away. She had plans for him, but they were for later.
She slowly crept down the hallway of the reception center, towards the restrooms. As she passed an office, she heard a couple of voices. One was her father's, the other she didn't recognize.
"That's fine, Mr. Andrews," the unfamiliar voice spoke, "Take as much time as you need. My office is your office."
"I appreciate that, Charles," her father replied, "I just have some business to conduct that can't wait until later, I'm afraid."
"No need to explain, sir," the man, who Krista gathered was the hall owner, assured him, "Just let me know when you're finished so I can lock it up later. Otherwise, take your time."
The owner walked out, smiling to himself and tucking something into his jacket pocket. A tip of some sort, Krista thought to herself. Daddy was never stingy with his money. She waited until the man had turned down the hall and was out of view, then walked over to the office, knocking softly on the door.
"Daddy?" she whispered, pressed against the door.
"In here, sweetie!" he called as he heard the knocking, "Come on in."
Krista opened the door and peered in, seeing her father sitting in the large desk chair. He stood up, smiled, and walked towards her, arms outstretched for a hug. He was in his early 50s, still handsome and still in great shape. She made sure of that, making sure he exercised daily and saw his doctor at least twice a year. His hair was starting to go a little gray in the temple but other than that he still looked very youthful. She giggled a little as he approached her, and she threw her arms wide to accept his hug, and squeezed him back with gusto. He leaned down a bit and kissed her on the cheek.
"Enjoying the party, sweetheart?" he asked, still holding her close.
"I would be enjoying myself more if it wasn't a party for her," she replied. Richard simply nodded and muttered an "I know" as he slowly loosened his grip and backed away from her. Then he took a step back, looked her up and down, and then lowered himself to his knees.