The Daughter Of Illéa

Chapter 66

The Illéan Weekly was open, and front cover was Aria and Marsh, him cradling her head in his hands. Splattered in big bold white letters say, "TODAY IS THE DAY!" And it is. Today, Aria marries the love of her life. Of course with her wedding only thirty minutes away, it has to bring some sort of anxiety towards her. Well, I really didn't have to guess.

All the selected were down in the women's room, and due to my "claustrophobia," more like my tendency of avoiding drama, I was excused and was allowed to get changed in my room. Due to Aria's rather exclusive, but limited friends...or friend, the selected were asked to be the bridesmaids. Yellow gowns, short, frilly, and shiny-not really my style, but it's Aria's wedding and she'd do it for me. Anyways, back to the point. Aria is the victim of doubt.

I was leaving my room, my shoes in one hand and the magazine in the other, my hair up in curls, fit for perfection, and then I seen her. She was stepping down the staircase with her wedding dress in her hands. The prep team was ahead, probably already on the first floor to make sure everything was fit for national television, when I called, "Hey Ari!"
She looked at me, with a plastered smile, but once she got away from the hurdling group of people down stairs, her smile dropped.
"Finally, someone I can trust!" She gaped, running into my embrace.
"What's wrong?" I ask, pulling her back.
"Just before wedding jitters, that's-" but her face goes forward with full cheeks, and her hands covers her lips.
Before I could ask if she was alright, she burst into the closest room to us, running through the suite, and into the bathroom.

I ran in after her, my eyes quickly adapting to the surroundings.
The room remakes a seductive red, almost like mine, except mine resembled the color of bloodshed and war. This selected had a wall of oscars and another wall plastered with posters of herself with other celebrities and another wall consisted of her in stills of her movies. It didn't take long before anyone or even I could realize this room is Piper Star's.
It shouted cocky and whore, you know whatever works.

The sound of regurgitation brung me back to reality as I dashed towards the bathroom. On the floor laid her wedding dress folded in the wrapping as she hovered above the toilet.
"Oh, darling." I stated, laying her gown straightly on Piper's Bed.
"Let it out..." I patted her back as I took some toilet paper and wiped the areas around her mouth.
"I'm just...nervous...that's all."
"It's okay." I stood her up. "It'll just be our dirty little secret." I nodded at the door and she smiled, walking out.

I turned to throw away a piece of toilet paper, when I saw it in the midst of trash and makeup wipes...in the bottom of Piper Stars trash can lay a pregnancy test...not only a pregnancy test...but a positive one.

I was left in a gape with anger and resentment...miss Illéa's Favorite (which I took note of earlier on the fourth page) was knocked up, and not only by anyone, but by Gus.

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Here Comes the Bride echoed throughout the gardens. The Priest stood at his post as Marsh waited beneath an arch of yellow roses. Augustus and Killian and several other men was behind him, as were Storm, China, Piper, Willow, Arena, and I, behind the spot that Aria was yet to fill.

As the tune was played by the small orchestra, the doors of the palace opened, and the hundreds of heads and cameras turned back towards the guards who opened it.

Suddenly the vision becomes warming, melting the hearts of Illéa. Aria, her hair pulled back into an elegant bun, and the dress laced and regal. She is stunning no doubt. Maybe that's why Everette began crying at the sight of her. At the touch of her, as he escorted his eldest child, his eldest daughter, down the isle. It was emotional for everyone I assume. Aria's gorgeously radiant body, flowing in white with her father, decked in a tux and a smile with tears seeping into the gap. He was proud. Obviously. At the end of the isle, he place Aria's hand in Marsh's, and began.

"We are all gathered here today..."
Little did everyone know, that that sentence was the beginning of a whole new adventure for the newly weds.

***

The rings we placed on the others fingers, laughing and smiling as they spun and twirled the first dance. Quiet romantic really.

Then I saw her, Piper, standing by a bush. Anger pulsed through me as I walking quickly by her and spat,
"You. Me. Discussion. Now."

I walked for five minutes down a rock molded path, passing the roses and different vary of flowers, until I reached a bush near the back of the gardens next to the wall. When the clanking of her heels stopped, I turned around.

"Why do you want me?" She asked, her eyes rolling.

"I guess you just assume that if you get Augustus to knock you up, you'll get the crown automatically, right?" I spat.

"What?" She gaped, her words not hurt but confused.
"I saw it." I said quietly. "Your positive pregnancy test."
"What, how?" She whispered.
"So it's true!" I sang sarcastically. "You really wanted to be Queen one day, didn't you?"

"Listen, Delilah, it's not what it seems!" She said, urging me to sit on a bench. "You can't say anything...to anyone." She whispered highly.
"Why not? Illéa will know eventually!" I said...loudly.

"Because..." Tears threatened to spill out of her eyes, and at the topic they did. It damaged her mascara as black tears ran down her face. "...it's not Augustus' baby."

My heart stopped. I didn't know wether or not be relieved or terrified.
"wait, what!?"

"Shush!" She placed a finger to her lips through her silent tears, sitting next to me.

"I did...sleep with someone, but it wasn't Augustus. He never would."
I let out a deep breath, easing some fuel and turning it into pride for him.
"Then who?" I whispered.

"Do you remember...the wedding shower?" She asked.
"Yes?" I faltered.

"That was two weeks ago...I was drunk and nothing can tame this," she gestured towards her face. "and I kind of slept with...Killi-"

"KILLIAN?!" I spat a bit louder then intended.

"Listen Delilah, you can't tell NO ONE! I could be killed for it..." She exclaims. "I actually...talked to Gus' earlier about me leaving..." She swallowed. "He said tomorrow, after everything's dialed down, that he would let me leave quietly.

"Does he know?" I looked down at her stomach as she shook her head.

"Well then," I swallowed. "I won't tell."
"Thank you, so much." She hugged me. Piper Star hugged me. I didn't question it, but stood.

"Now come on, their probably expecting us." And she stood with me. Right at that moment, a whistling sound echoed through out the gardens and Piper and I dropped to the ground quicker then you can say "I."

My hair tangled now and my dress skinned with grass, I looked up to see the graze of a bullet where Piper was once sitting.

"Delilah?" She asked, fear in her voice.
"Yeah?"
"You wanna run?" She asked.
"Yeah."

And with that, we hiked our dresses and ran. If I hadn't told her to move, I would be the only one running back.
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WHAT DO YOU THINK?!
Piper pregnant with an Irish Royal baby?
Piper being shot at?
PIPER no longer being a selected?
PRETTY MUCH A PIPER CHAPTER EVEN THOUGH ARIA GETS MARRIED LOL
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