Perfect lips where tight with disgust and her pert little nose wrinkled at the scent on the wind. For the hundredth time I looked at my brothers fiancée and wondered what he saw in her. I mean, I knew what he SAW in her but....I just wished there was something more.

Perhaps I selected this place out of spite. Perhaps it was because I was sure she would hate it and he would love it. Perhaps I wanted to highlight, with this location, all the reasons she was wrong for him. What ever my motivation had been, I knew it also meant I was an awful person.

He loved her and I guess that should be enough for me. A firm, lithe body; perfectly encased in the latest fashions. Expertly arched eyebrows hung over eyes adorned with makeup designed to highlight every point of beauty. She was breathe-taking, men literally stumbled as she floated past. The seagulls seemed to scream "A goddess is on the waterfront, everyone look."

I took a deep breath of the crisp sea air; minerals and life hung heavy with each breath. The wind whipped and teased at my pony tail. Oh how I loved the sea.

I looked out over the restaurant patio area, the perfect scene for a wedding. The majestic ocean crashed against ageless rocks, the birds called and LIFE took center stage. I could see my brother eating it all up. It was perfect for him.

She reached up and slowly cinched down her head scarf, "Are you sure this was the only place open for the wedding Tammi? I mean. I know I told you to handle it and I didn’t much care about the details. But, this place has that awful smell."

My brothers head whipped around, "Awful smell Hun? That smell is the sea. Its seaweed and animals and water and ...and life Hun. Isn’t this place amazing?" He turned to her, hands out stretched.

"It... it is so....dirty. I mean, I know we asked Tammi to help... but ...I thought she would pick something a bit more...." She looked confused , glancing over his shoulder to me.

"Sterile?" I supplied. I smothered a grin behind a fake cough, turned and left my brother and the love of his life to it. What better way to show him how perfectly wrong for him she was than to contrast her against everything he loves.

"Hey Tom, you tell her about your honey moon trip to Alaska yet? How about the camping in the woods, the bug and the mud facials and the romantic moon light evenings in the tent you have planned?" The final nail driven home, I watched it all begin to crumble.

Whoever said opposites attract had never had the two opposites compare their passions. This was all working perfectly. I was a truly awful person, but sometimes a sister has to do the dirty work for the good of the family. He might be sad for now, but he would thank me later. At least – I was pretty sure he would.

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On Location, Monday:
On the waterfront


The only rule: somehow tie the above location into your story.

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