Melting Ice

Chapter 59

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Later, just as planned, we all go ice skating.
"I'm going to fall!", I protest for the millionth time.
"I'm not going to let that happen", Cato tells me once again, "Come here". He gestures for me to release the side of the rink, "Trust me". And I do. His hand slips behind my waist, holding me up straight and our free hands holding tightly.
"See, your doing it!".
"I'm gliding", I laugh.
"I'm so proud and in love with you".
"I know, you don't have to say it every second Cato!", I say as we continue skating.
"But I want to, you are the most wonderful thing that has ever happened to me".
"I honestly don't know what I'd do without you Cato". Eventually, I let myself relax and glide in the arms of Cato, snowflakes softly hitting the ice before melting away. Tomorrow, I am getting married. No matter how many times I remind myself, it just doesn't stick.
Nighttime comes back around again swiftly. We all rise from out seats at the table, my hand in Cato's, squeezing gently. When he squeezes back, I feel my heart beat quicken, my cheeks flush.
"Come on", says Johanna, who recently arrived, "Say, "Night Night", to Cato".
"Night night Cato", I mock.
"Goodnight Clovers", he pauses, "I will see you tomorrow".
In the morning, we hear the boys get up and leave. Johanna, Annie, Cashmere, Isabelle, Carla and I sit in chairs across from a big wide mirror. Kayla is out with my parents right now, along with Xander due to the fact that they will be quicker when it comes to getting ready. My assistants take their turns fixing different parts of me. It may sound stupid that we are staring ever so early, but trust me,we will need the time. Surprisingly, Lillian seems calm, taking deep breaths as she fits my dress onto a mannequin.
"Lillian, does this look okay?", someone asks.
"More shimmer?", another one asks.
"What am I supposed to do with your freckles?".
"Ladies", Lillian calls to hush them, "We are going for a natural look, remember? Please, take a break".
"With all due respect Lillian, no. I'm worried about how much time we will be left with", they protest.
"Trust me, go and get a glass of water".
By afternoon, I'm pretty much ready. All my bridesmaids perch on the edge of their sits, fidgeting. Kayla comes in, carrying an old looking wooden box.
"This is the pillow. Mum and dad had it for their wedding", Kayla explains. Carefully, I open it to revel a silky pillow cover, in the whitest shade of white.
"The rings will look beautiful on that", Isabelle says.
"Thank you Kayla", I say, hugging her, "How was your morning?".
"Good. We made snow angles and snowmen and drunk hot chocolate". Sometimes, Kayla sounds so excited, I mistake her for being much younger than she is.
"Sounds fab-".
I'm cut off by Lillian's team bursting in again after having another water break.
"Sit child!", they demand, "We are running out of time!".