t.w: strong language
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
“Do you know? Filipino's has this kind of belief, if the bride and groom saw each other before the wedding, there will be a bad situation that'll happen next.” Freya stated like a story teller. Swear, I can even see the veins on her forehead.
She massaged her sentido and fake a cry. “Omg, feel na feel ko naman ang pag ku-kwento, hindi ka naman pinoy.” she tilted her head and stared at me before caressing my cheeks. I had no idea what she's talking about, all I know is that she's in her crazy phase again. Goodness, why the heck is she my cousin? Our family bloodline isn't crazy, she's a different breed.
“I don't know anything about that, Freya. Just do your damn thing and finish my make up.” I ordered. I was sitting in front of the vatican mirror while watching Freya doing my make up.
“I'm getting sad you know? You'll be married soon, I'll be left alone.” I heard her sigh and put some foundation at my face.
“I wanted a simple make up Freya. No need to be sophisticated, right? I'm pretty.” I stated, smiling a little bit. I can't believe I'll be married with him. Ah... what a life.
“Yeah right.” she answered.
“You won't be left alone, Freya. You have your own Nana Ishikawa.” I stated, checking my nails.
I saw how her forehead crease when I raise my head. “Stop joking Y/N. We all know that he's the head of Bonten's Philippines' domination unit, while I'm Fran's sister. There's no way we'll be having the same fate just like you.”
I felt silent for a few seconds. “Changing and pulling out from your respective groups are the only way for you to be together. If you like him that much, do as I say.”
“Tsk, that won't be easy.”
“You choose, it'll only be you who'll suffer in the end.”
She didn't answered and continue doing my make up. “Ta-da! Look at yourself, you're so gorgeous!” she complimented.
“I know right, Ran wouldn't love me if I'm ugly as fuck. I think my looks are also one of my advantage on why we're together now.”
“Aish, you're so full of yourself.”
“Just stating facts.” Queen things.
I stood up and walk towards my wardrobe. Ran and I were both busy for the past two months. I always wanted to have a simple wedding but he insisted to make it grand. He said that I deserve this, I deserve all the best in the world.
A smile appeared on my lips as realization hit me. I'm getting married. Oh my god, I'm tearing up.
“Shit, don't you dare cry, Y/N! Masisira make up mo 'te!” Freya stated and hurriedly ran towards my direction. “Come on, you need to wear your gown already.” she added.
I gave her a light nod and started to wear my gown. It was perfectly fit for me. It looks like it was really made just for me.
All of a sudden, I heard Freya's claps. “Viola! Y/N on her wedding gown will always be iconic! Shit, let me take you a picture, imma post this to my I.G story.”
She took pictures of me wearing my wedding gown. I felt so beautiful. I'm so happy.
“Alright! We're done! Time to go!”
I gave her a nod and walked towards the exit. The bridal car's already waiting outside. Before getting in, I sighed and stared at Freya.
Even when my tummy's already big, I always felt confident when my love one's told me about my looks. That's it, I'm getting married with Ran.
