Copyright © 2011 Kirsty Moseley
Chapter 30 (EPILOGUE)
Aaliyah’s POV
I stood in front of the mirror, looking at my reflection. I barely even recognised myself, there was a glow to my cheeks but it wasn’t from makeup, my eyes sparkled with excitement, my lips were pulled into a smile that I couldn’t stop even if I wanted to. I smoothed down my white silk dress, making sure it wasn’t wrinkled and flowed out, just like it was supposed to.
It was a little tighter around the stomach than it should have been, the little bump strained against the material, demanding attention. I rubbed my hand over it lightly, and felt my smile grow even bigger.
“What do we think, little baby, are we ready to go get married to your daddy?” I asked my baby bump. I sighed and looked at my flowers that were on the side, so beautiful, a bunch of orange sunflowers, just perfect.
I heard the door to the little ‘bridal dressing room’ open behind me and looked up to see Becca walk in. She was wearing a pale blue summer dress, her blonde hair scooped up in the back with loose curls hanging around her pretty face. She looked every inch the perfect maid of honour. I smiled at her feeling myself get even more excited.
“How is he? Has he bolted?” I joked. She’d gone off to check on the groom a few minutes ago, to make sure everything was ok.
She nodded, grinning wickedly, “He’s run for the hills. Never mind sweetie, we’ll pick up a quart of ice-cream on the way home,” she confirmed, playfully. I laughed and rolled my eyes, turning back to the mirror, fussing with my hair a little. She laughed too and slipped her arm around my waist, nodding in approval. “You look incredible, Ali,” she gushed.
“Thanks, Bec’s. So do you,” I replied. And she did, if she wasn’t my best friend I would totally hate her for upstaging my wedding day with her beauty, but I was just too happy to care.
“Johnny’s shitting bricks out there,” Becca giggled.
I laughed and nodded, “I know he is. He’ll be fine though.”
There was another knock at the door, we both turned as Chris entered. Chris was the one giving me away today. Although he was technically just part of Johnny’s band, I had known him as long as I had known Johnny, and I’d always liked him. I didn’t have any other men in my life that I could ask to walk me down the aisle, I still wasn’t talking to my parents and had no plans to either, and I didn’t have any other family that could do it. So Chris had dutifully stepped up to the task.
I smiled as he walked in, he was pulling on the pale blue tie that was round his neck. “Stop fidgeting, Chris!” I scolded playfully.
He grunted and pulled on the knot of the tie again, “These things are so uncomfortable! Why do we have to wear these again?” he grumbled.
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