Prevail - [Charles Leclerc]

Neuf

          Sara blankly looked in front of her while the makeup artists brushed their brushes over her face, padded the foundation onto her skin, blended out eyeshadow. She had just been at the hairdresser for more than two hours, who had washed, trimmed and then blow-dried her hair before starting the process of braiding it into a Spanish bridal style. Sara's palms felt warm while she rested her hands on the arms of the chair, she felt slightly nervous if she was honest. Nervous and also stressed, with a hint of resistance. She didn't want to get married. And she learned in the last couple of weeks that she wouldn't get out of it, and making a scene wouldn't help them either. Sara let out a deep sigh, deciding to let it all wash over her. "Ms. Abril?" Sara looked up at one of the makeup artists, who had called her name for the second time already. "We are done. Please, let us know if you're satisfied or if there is anything we can do for you," the lady spoke kindly. Sara looked back at her reflection in the mirror, her body still dressed in a robe. "Looks perfect, thank you," she muttered, not even sure if she had taking a good look at herself.

Charles had suggested moving the wedding location from their residence in Monte Carlo to a venue in Cannes. This way everything was arranged for them better, and it would look better for his personal relations that were invited too. Sara had just agreed, she wanted whatever he wanted on this, and she figured it was best to let him arrange it all. Sara had to admit that the venue in Cannes was absolutely beautiful. From the room where she was seated, she could see the chairs lined up, the small platform where they would get married, and the beautiful flowers decorating the scene, the sea in the background. The sun was shining, and it was truly a beautiful day for October, nearing November. It wasn't too cold out, but Sara was glad the party was inside. The drive from Monte Carlo to Cannes would have been an hour, but Charles made sure a helicopter brought them to their destination, and also back home tomorrow. Sara was mentally preparing for having to fake it the whole night. She couldn't back out or go home from her own wedding in front of all those guests who were so happy they were together.

Sara felt relieved that Isa knew how she was feeling, because she's the only one of the ladies who knew Charles and Sara were a forced marriage. While Sara felt more comfortable with Charles than before, they hadn't slept in one bed, they hadn't kissed each other, and hell, they had barely touched each other before. "Ms. Abril, it's time to get into your dress," one of the maids told her, and she was visibly excited to see Sara in her wedding dress. Sara forced a smile onto her face and got off the chair to walk up to her. The maids guided her to the room where her wedding dress was. Sara got out of her robe, wearing a white, strapless bra and a white thong to make sure the dress would flow down her body smoothly. The maids helped her into the dress, adjusting it quickly, and they zipped it up. Sara didn't dare to look in the mirror yet. She got her feet into her shoes, locking the straps around her ankles. "You look really beautiful, Ms," one of the maids said, to which the others agreed. "Thank you, girls," she smiled at them. "Your parents requested to see you. I will let them in if you approve," she said.