6 MONTHS LATER
"Shut uuupp," I groaned.
My alarm was ringing obnoxiously for the third time this morning. My fingers slapped the stop button and I shoved my face into my pillow; I'd barely gotten any sleep because of my nerves.
Today was officially my wedding day.
I smiled and screamed into my pillow, lifting my head when I heard a knock on my door.
"Who is it," I asked.
"What do you mean? It's me! Natalia," she said from the other side of the door. "You said you'd be showered and ready for hair and makeup."
"That was before I decided to scare myself awake all night," I grumbled. I heard the door open and her flip flops slap towards me.
"You can not be late on your wedding day," she said, dragging the covers off of me. I heard another set of feet walk into the room.
"They're all set up and waiting," Jessica said. "You're not ready?"
"I'm going now, just give me 20 minutes," I said, getting up and walking to the bathroom. I felt like I was going to throw up.
"On the dot, Zhara," a stressed Natalia said. I freshened up quickly and made it downstairs with a minute to spare.
"Thank God! I thought you fell back asleep. Sit! Sit," Natalia nudged me.
"I'm Fiona. I'll be doing your makeup," the makeup artist told.
"I'm Cristal and I'll be doing your hair. Now to be sure, you requested a half up?"
I nodded, busy shoving my breakfast into my mouth. I sat in the styling chair and watched as the two worked.
"Not to be that bitch but don't eat too much. I learned the hard way," Natalia told me as she played with a few things on my dress. I smiled.
"That bad," I asked.
"It was terrible. I had to throw on an extra pair of spanks on top of the ones I was already wearing. I hate bloating."
The door burst open and in walked Francesca, causing me to stop chewing mid bite.
She had congratulated me on the proposal, but hadn't said much else. Not that she had to, but I figured she'd just congratulated me for Marco's sake. Other than her, everyone had been over the moon— no one more than my mom, of course.
I guess she decided now would be the appropriate time to speak her mind.
"Could I have the room," she asked the girls.
Don't leave me with her!
I watched the two set down their instruments and leave, whispering something amongst themselves. Natalia pretended she didn't hear her.
"You too, Natalia," she said.
"I don't want you to stress her out on her wedding day," Natalia said assertively, crossing her arms. Francescas jaw clenched and she smiled tightly.
"I'll try," she said. Natalia looked at me and I nodded. She took one last glance at my dress before leaving.
Francesca stood by the door while I stared at her reflection in the mirror in front of me.
"How are you feeling," she asked.
"Good. A little nervous," I said honestly. She frowned.
"Nervous in a—."
