Neglected Limits

18| Bridal threat

Bianca

"Mamma mia! Gabriella you look gorgeous!" Mama exclaimed, her eyes as bright as the room which had sun exploding in its every corner through its long and wide glass windows.

I sat on the sofa bench next to Nonna, as Gabriella looked into the long three connected mirrors, her eyes twinkling with admiration for the dress. Mama stood behind her, her hands on Gabriella's shoulders, squeezing them.

"I think it's great." Gabriella said. She was right, the dress was pretty great. Yellow mesh, and flowy, with a small flower near her collar bone, and the material cinching at the waist. The dress sinked down all the way to the floor and ready to flow behind her as she will walk down the aisle.

"Ooh this is truly amazing, let me go find Andreas and tell him what a good job he's done!" Mama exclaimed. She hurried out of the dressing room, mumbling a couple words.

"Gabi you have to find some beautiful jewelry to add to this gorgeous dress." Nonna said sipping her tea, which she probably spiked, even though Papa has strictly forbidden her to consume any alcohol for at least a month.

"I know, I think I have a few ideas already of what kind I want." Gabriella said.

"Good. I'm happy you're enjoying this, every girl should have the wedding of her dreams." Nonna said will a soft chuckle. She set her empty tea cup aside and got up with her custom-made jewelled cane.

"I'm going to go now and do my own prepareations. After all, you're girl's the grandmother of the bride!" She exclaimed walking out with her laughter echoing behind. I shook my head as my lips formed a smile at her words.

Gabriella turned her head to where I was, giving me a small smile. "What do you think?" She asked.

"It doesn't matter what I think, you think you're beautiful, means you are." I said with a shrug.

She rolled her eyes. "Yes, but I want to know." She put her hands on her hips, turning her body away from the mirror and to me.

I gave her a smile. "It's perfect." I said, looking at the fabric exactly carved for her body. "It's you."

She gave me a grin. Suddenly the door reopened and clanking heels walked towards me from behind.

"Oh my! Someone's looking prettayyyy" Laila sing-songed. Gabriella's grin dropped, replaced with a soft smile.

Laila dropped her purse down next to where I was sitting and I controlled myself from kicking it off the seat. "Mm, I think it would've looked better if it were white though." Laila said.

"You're right." Gabriella said. "But this is more me." 

Laila let out a fake laugh, now sitting where her purse had been. "Sweety tradition isn't supposed to be you, it's supposed to represent your family, and what's done for centuries." She said with a tainted sweet tone.

"Well times have changed, and yes there will always be people who want to keep it old and gold, but guess what, silver is good too, so let her to what she wants." I said. I turned my head to the side to face her powdered face. "When you're getting married, you can decide if you want to go with the old." I finished.

"If you even ever do." I purposely let slip.

Her eyes narrowed, and she got up grabbing a glass and pouring some fresh iced tea into it. "Tell me..." She said letting the liquid slowly drip into her glass as she backed against the side of a sofa. "Did Matteo get the measurements for the dresses?" She asked.

"He did, I gave them to Sofia yesterday." Gabriella said.

Laila's eyes were on me, although she looked at Gabriella for a second, giving her a nod. "Excellent. So tell me Bianca, I thought you didn't like sharing?" Laila said.