You Can Paint Me

Sequel Ch.16: Final Touch-Ups

A room of living chaos. That was how Mia had turned her hotel room into. Bridesmaid dresses thrown all over the furniture, thread and needles neglected on chairs and couch, frantic bodies moving back and forth inside the spacious room.

It was Saturday morning. Approximately a day before the wedding.

The wedding preparations might have been taken care of by Lorenzo and I, but there were still some finishing touches to be done. Every single bridesmaid needed to get her dress fixed. Mia had chosen a beautiful silky material in the color of pink champagne for all of us, so we would all twin. The pattern was a simple, long-length dress with noodle straps and a slit on the one side. It wasn't a tight fit, it hung loosely around the bust area and tightened slightly around the waist. It was a beautiful dress, but apparently not every one of us fit in it like glove. Hence the dresses needed to undergo fixing depending on our measurements.

"Hey, Lucia could you adjust the straps on Stacey's dress? They are too long," Mia ordered.

Lucia, our knight in shining armour. She was the girl responsible for fixing our dresses. Introduced to us by Lorenzo—the man that had saved Mia and Minho's wedding day on multiple occasions already. Lucia was Lorezon's Italian friend and co-worker in the modeling industry. A beautiful, tall girl with dark hair and amber eyes. A very sweet and humble girl despite her status and fame.

Being in the industry for some years now, Lucia had picked up her amazing sewing skills. On multiple occasions, right before a runaway, her attire or a fellow model's attire would need altering. Lucia was led to learn how to alter dresses and suits within minutes, fix them up and make them look beautiful on other people's body. She was basically a trained seamstress.

Once Lorenzo heard Mia mumbling about the bridesmaid dresses not being the perfect measurements for everyone, he offered to help—yet again. He made a call and within an hour, Lucia was banging on the door.

"Oh and Lucia, Kylie's dress needs to tighten around the bust," Mia ordered her again.

I kind of felt bad for the poor girl. She was given this responsibility out of the blue. At least, she would get paid for all her work. She really was amazing, but I bet she had never had to fix this many dresses before. Let's not forget Mia's cousins were enough to create a small village. The room was overflowing with Mia's bloodline. And the only cousin I had gotten close to so far was Alexa. And that, only because Seungmin had let her to our care while he and the rest of the guys were out enjoying the sun and eating gelato—while the rest of us suffered inside the four walls of this hotel.

"Dang, Mia's at it again," Ava whistled lowly, watching the frantic bridezilla moving like a squirrel high on caffeine.

"She wants everything to be perfect. She can't have her bridesmaids looking bad during the photoshoot," I said, mimicking Mia's own words.

"She looks scary," Bethany commented. "Is she always like this when she's tense?"

"Yup," both Ava and I said in unison.

"Anyhow," Bethany looked at me expectingly. A look I was oh-so familar with. "Did you have fun last night?"

"Who? Me?" I tried not to choke on my iced tea.

Was it just me or did I have a tendency to choke on things easily? Like, I don't know... glitter?

Ava sensed my uneasiness and it piqued her interest. She turned and stared at me as well, now having both her and Beth looking at me like some sharks ready to devour me.

Bethany shrugged nonchalantly, but she couldn't fight back her naughty smirk. "You... Ava... Chan," she blinked innocently and my cheeks flushed.