One Journey, the Final

Chapter 31:

                Saturday morning I woke up to chirping birds outside my window. They sang sweetly and beautifully, and it made me wake up with a smile. I did a quick stretch, and said to myself,

                “…I’m getting married today.” And that was when it finally hit me. After 2:00 today, I would no longer be Miss Annabel Price, I’d be Mrs. Annabel Styles, and Harry would be my husband. I was excited, but a little nervous. Today was a very important day of my life. The turning point. I laid in my bed for a little while longer until a quiet knocking came to my door.

                “Come in,” I said calmly. My parents came in their pajamas through the door, huge smiles on their faces, and a platter of foods awaiting me.

                “Good morning sweetheart,” my mom said.

                “It’s a big day, we thought you might be hungry,” my dad said. I smiled.

                “That’s so sweet of you. You really didn’t need to do this!” I said, the platter already in my hands. On it was a hot bowl of sunny yellow eggs and a side of toast spread with jam.  I sure do eat eggs a lot. In the corner was a small vase filled with daisies. They stood and waited for me to begin eating. I quickly picked up the toast and started taking large bites.

                “So your hairdresser called, and they said they’d be here at eleven, giving you enough time to bathe and pack for the trip. You’ll be getting changed at the church, so just bring it with you. The movers are packing up boxes, and they should be done soon.” When we came back from the honeymoon, I gave in to moving in with Louis and Harry. At first I was a little timid to be sharing a home with Louis, the awkward parts, but it could only really last until we had our own children. When we would start having kids, Harry had promised me we’d get our own house. I nodded, letting her continue. My mouth was full with eggs and toast.

                “Did you sleep well? You lower lid is a little purple. Not too purple-y, but still, not your usual porcelain tone,” my mother asked worriedly. I gently touched my lower eyelids; I could already feel the bags forming, puffy.       

                “I slept fine. Must just be the nerves,” I said calmly. My mother gave me a half smile. I was already done with my meal, so I jumped out of bed and gave each of them a hug.

                “It was delicious. Thank you. I’m going to go take a bath now,” I said. They quickly took the platter and left me to myself. I quickly undressed and got into my bathrobe, filling the tub with warm water. I had read in a bridal magazine that brides all over the world were putting rose petals into their bath the day of the wedding. It was supposed to relax you, and give your skin a sweet smell of roses. I drizzled the petals over the top of the water, letting them float atop like little boats. When the tub was filled I climbed in, the water sending shocks up my legs from the immediate change in temperature. It didn’t take long for the warmth to set in through my body. It felt very nice.

                Thirty minutes later I was putting on the outfit I had picked to go the church in. It was a white dress that went to the lower half of my thighs. The outer layer was lace, and the second layer was a white strap dress. I had vowed to wear white the entire day, no matter what it was. A few minutes later there was a knock at my door.

                “Come in,” I called lightly, straightening out the dress.

                “Oh Bella, you look beautiful! I absolutely love-ah dah dress,” Palo, my Italian hairdresser said in the doorway. He walked in; behind him is ‘pit-crew’ as he called them. Their names were Stella and Dyllan. Stella was a tall, very thin retired fashion model. She had long red curly hair and big brown eyes. Dyllan was the same, just with short layered brown hair and very defined cheek bones. They always looked serious, hardly smiling. Must’ve been from keeping a straight face throughout their lives on the runway.