𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐛𝐮𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐞. Mother insisted Cora be up at 5am and by that she meant both of us. Cora was standing in the center of the master bathroom, a tailor working to sew her into her dress and make any last minute corrections while I stood a few feet to her left. Adeline was seated in a chair directly opposite the two of us checking emails on her phone and occasionally looking up to scrutinize both of us.
Once Adeline Avaria left the room, there was a collective sigh of relief from the three in the room. I took advantage and sat on the edge of the bathtub looking over at my sister and the tailor who were almost done with the dress.
"Jesus fucking christ she is insane," I breathed out and the two laughed, though the tailor's was a little quieter than Cora's.
"A nightmare," Cora agreed and the tailor hummed as to not appear too unprofessional. It's not like Cora and I care if the tailor is professional, it's always a better day when the people around you despise the same people.
"Well, all done Cora," the older man said and nodded towards the direction of the mirror to see herself.
"Thank you," she said as she looked in awe at the person staring back at her.
"Anytime," he hummed before gathering his things and leaving the room.
"You look stunning Cor," I stated as I walked over to her and rested my hands on her shoulders.
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^the dress
"I can't believe she actually agreed to this one honestly," my sister said with a laugh and my laughter followed.
"Me neither, but you look good and it suits you Cor," I added and she smiled at me through the mirror. "Okay I better start on your makeup before she comes back," I said with a sigh and Cora grinned.
"I can sit down," she said excitedly and I laughed again.
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Cora had long ago left for the club, so I went to the Fisher house to find Jer. I parked off to the side of the driveway and hopped out of my car; dress, keys, and makeup bag in hand as I walked into the house. I was surprised to find the boy almost dressed and asleep as I entered his room.
A white button up was still lazily done, he had yet to button the top half of his shirt and his hair was disheveled from laying on a pillow for who knows how long. The black pants he had yet to put on were laid out over a chair leaving Jer in his boxers and a dress shirt. It looked like he had fallen asleep halfway through changing.
