Strings of Fate

Chapter 20: Soul

Y/n's POV:

-That dress is perfect, Alex.

I tried to turn around and see the dress at all it's angles while the peacock demon was just as proud as always.

-I know. It's because I made it.

It is quite to see how his ego becomes bigger in a way, or how he'll start to be offended if I insult one of his creations.

-Of course it is. You are the best.

And, like I knew he would, he starts to praise himself for his creation before arranging my hair. Weirdly, it is almost the same as I had that day.

What a weird coincidence...

-Want to know something funny, Alex? The dress, shoes and hair is quite similar to what I had at my wedding.

-Really? You don't seem like an old bitch though. Or like someone who's not a virgin.

-You really know how to make me wonder if you are insulting me or not, you know?

I sighed, hearing the door open on what seemed to be Andrew and Arabelle for what I could see in the mirror. Alex finished my hair as I started to explain what happen the day of my death.

-But really, I never became a wife, even though I was 24, almost 25, when it happened, in 1925. I escape the church before walking down the aisle because I didn't wanted this for me.

As I continued to explain, they all listen without a word leaving their throats while I open on this event. I knew I could trust them. They are my friends after all.

When I finished to explain, they responded to me and tried to understand completely what I've said. The first one being Alex.

-Aww, damn it. I own Aphrodite 30 bucks now.

Is he saying they both seriously had bet my virginity right now!?

-But still, I knew you died young, but the day of an arranged wedding? And with a guy who was in his thirties? That's a low blow from your mother, sweetie.

Arabelle responded, which I answered her talk.

-That man was one of the rich men of New Orleans. We never felt luxury, neither gluttony. We had enough money to live comfortable. But, like you can guess with that marriage, she wanted more than that.

Andrew walked in my way and caressed my shoulder, interfering too in the conversation.

-Don't worry anymore now with this arranged wedding, sugar. But that man who had put a hand, or more like shot a bullet, on you and killed that pretty face in front of me, I'll take care of him. I can promise that to you.

-Thanks Andrew. Just, don't kill the guy. If he gets killed, that'll be from my hands.

-Of course, sugar. I know how good those hands can be for this.

I smiled, looking at the time and got up to walk to the stage. When I got on the black wood and my hand held the mic, no anxiety was here. Only that feeling of déjà vu, but that tonight would be a better show than the last one.

That tonight, it will be different.

As the first word was repeated on the background music, the lights slowly showed me to everyone's view, which I now couldn't see that well from all that light. And when no shadows were surrounding me, my first lyrics started and my vocals followed the movements of my lips as the crowd started to cheer me.