𝙍𝙞𝙘𝙝, 𝙍𝙚𝙗𝙚𝙡 & 𝙍𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙛𝙪𝙡

Chapter 59: Let the show begin.

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Chapter 59: Let the show begin.

"Ready for the flashing lights Noah?" I ask checking my makeup once more in the limo.

"What's the point? You're going to steal them all any way.." he mutters following my every move,

"That's the whole point sweetheart," I smirk, "plus, wouldn't be amazing to be escorting the girl under the spotlight?"

"I thought that was Jack's privilege?"

"Oh he's a jack alright," I mutter under my breath, "Don't worry darling, you'll do just fine." I wink at him and step out of the limo, I meet Joe's beaming smile with one of my own, and throw a very seductive smile over my shoulder to the starving paparazzi. I blow them a kiss and smile, and it's like all hell broke loose, the deafening screams, the intense whistling and hooting, the blinding flashes but I was so used to them, everyone was focused on me and solely me.

Vivienne who was the previous prey of these consuming flashing lights, I could see the anger and disappointment on her face evident and clear as a f.ucking flurescent blinking eighty foot long sign. I was like a lighthouse, guiding the attention where it was supposed to be.

She loves nothing more than the attention, she really is the apple of her demon mother's eye, and that's why on her 'special' day I will take it away from her, just like she did me once upon a time. Mother's eyes are lashed to me, narrowing them in recognition of my plan, I smirk, wink and blow her a kiss.

Vivienne always fast as a lightening in order to be in the spotlight, comes towards me, quickening her steps, but before she arrives I stop her with my hand and smile at her "Sweetie, you need to be inside,"

"no that's okay-"

"I will not take no for an answer young lady, I'm your maid of honor and I'm here to make this night perfect, in order to be so, I need you inside sweetie," I adjust her dress' straps. "Sweetie, why did you wear your hair up? you know your ears aren't your best features.." I scold mildly, "I see you went with the Versace anyway, after my insistence on the Valentino, I guess that's way you look like a horribly arranged dirty vase, with kids' doodles on you.." I criticize loud enough for the paparazzi to hear. "Now, go go! so you can get this night over with fast so you can get married fast," I wink at her.

She's starstruck and blushing over the comments, widening her eyes and then blinking them fast as if willing what happened to be a nightmare.

Trust me, what I'm about to do would make Freddy Krueger my bit.ch.

"Sweetheart, stop blinking so fast your fake eyelashes would fall.." Jack, after his comatosed state induced by yours truly's appearance and the memories of what I've done, he comes and tugs at her arm, after he glares a bit at Noah, who put his hand on my bare back. I wave at her as she walk past the doors with my 'family' escorting her like her personal entourage, just like in the old days. I spin in Noah's arms and start smiling at the cameras.

"Alyson, who you wearing?" some paparazzi asks me,