𝗨𝗟𝗧𝗜𝗠𝗔𝗧𝗘 | 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐰 𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝

𝐢. 𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐀 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐓 - 𝒔𝒂𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒏𝒆𝒘 𝒃𝒆𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒎𝒚 𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒊𝒐𝒏

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Dahlia had no intentions of acting sane today.

It was her last day of being single, what sane woman would let that go to waste?

Ariadne adjusted the necklace adorned on her neck, Dahlia squirmed. "It hurts." she muttered.

Ariadne rolled her eyes, "Beauty is pain my dear sister. Now let us see your dress, who sent it to you?" she asked, opening Dahlia's closet. 

Anna did. Dahlia thought sadly. She couldn't tell her sister who had sent it for the fear of hurting her. Her brain seemed stumped on what lie she should tell Ariadne. 

"Alastair. He said the color suited me." Dahlia muttered. Ariadne raised her eyebrow. "Alastair? We are talking about Alastair Carstairs right? I thought it was Evan Darkwood, poor boy has been in love with you since we were twelve! He was so heartbroken that you were getting married." Ariadne said shaking her head.

"Didi, I need to tell you-" Dahlia started, Ariadne shushed her. "Here we go, hm I think if we did a braid with adorned flowers you would look marvelous." she said.

"Didi! It's not a traditional Indian wedding! It's whatever people are doing in London these days. It worries me what they do." Dahlia sighed.

Ariadne rolled her eyes. "Marriage is a bonding of people Dahlia, it does not matter how it is conducted. We can at least get married in style, why wear a drab golden dress that makes you look like a duck when you can wear a sparkling lehenga?" Ariadne asked, pulling out blue silk material.

Dahlia groaned. "You are impossible. Fine, is there a ghagra choli  in there? I remember making one."

Ariadne looked thoughtful. "There's a half done piece with this blue silk, can you manage to pull something off in....one hour?" she inquired.

Dahlia's face brightened. "Yes, yes!" 

She grabbed the cloth from her sister and reached for the other fabric under her bed. Ariadne smiled and went into the bathroom, "I will look for things for your face." she said. Dahlia shrugged and kept sowing.

She had finished the to piece in thirty minutes, it wasn't too hard most of it was already done she just had to put the decorative lace and glimmer on it. Her skirt, she knew, had to be extravagant.

She set the top aside and tried her best to make it look nice. She was done by the time her sister had gathered everything Dahlia could possibly need to get ready. 

"Didi, look, look!" Dahlia exclaimed, showing her sister the finished pieces. Ariadne smiled widely.

"You will look gorgeous, come now. I will hit you with my slipper otherwise, you have only thirty minutes to ready yourself now." she said, waving a brush in the air. Dahlia rolled her eyes but stood up.

"Do your magic." she said.

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Dahlia twirled in front of her mirror, the dress splashed out around her like a violet.

She wished Christopher could see her. He would have hugged hand told her she looked beautiful, then he would have given her a flower to put in her hair and told her to go live her life for the both of them.

That was Christopher.

Ariadne on the other hand was yelling at her to sit still, she had a pair of heels in her hands. "If you do not sit still I will call Sati and things will not be pretty." Ariadne warned. Dahlia pouted and settled on her bed.