Light Me Up [H.S]

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"Sit still!" I hissed at Morgan, as she moved for the third time while I was trying to apply lash extensions to her eyelashes. 

"Sorry," she mumbled, definitely struggling to sit still, but doing her best to do as I told her. 

She was sitting on a chair in a hotel room, getting ready for her wedding. She had opted out of getting a styling crew and instead asked me to help her. She wasn't going to wear a lot of makeup, so I had agreed to help her. She and I had stayed in a very luxurious hotel room for the night, while Alli stayed at their family home in The Hamptons. They were keeping up with some traditions, even though they were set on not having a traditional wedding at all. 

"Are you nervous?" I asked as I moved a couple of stray strands of hair from her face. 

She let out a shaky breath and nodded. I smiled at her and got down on my knees in front of her, holding her hands. I took a couple of deep breaths with her, forcing her to push the air forcefully out of her lungs. In the end she started giggling, and looked calmer. 

"Thank you," she said and looked at herself in the mirror. I got up and stood behind her, admiring her reflection alongside her. 

"You look beautiful, Morgan," I said and nudged her. "Ready for the suit?" 

She nodded and removed her robe, while I fetched the gorgeous, off-white, tailored suit she had picked out for herself. She put the pants on first, letting them hug her curves perfectly, before she put on a chemise top and tucked it into the pants. I held the jacket open for her, and she carefully slid her arms into it, shrugging it onto her shoulders. She closed the button and smiled at her reflection. She looked good and she knew it. 

My eyes watered slightly, and she chuckled at me, as hers did the same. "You're going to make me ruin my makeup," she joked and winked at me. "Seriously Peyton, thank you. Thank you for everything. For being my best friend and my rock. And thank you for getting my brother back," her voice cracked and she had to wipe her eyes with a tissue, I handed her.

I shook my head and smiled through tears. "Thank you, Morgan. For keeping me, for being my best friend and for making me part of your family."

We both chuckled while we struggled with the tears that were taking over, but agreed that it was time to toughen up and get ready to go get her married to the love of her life. 

***

The wedding was taking place in The Hamptons. Morgan and Harry's parents had let us turn their Hamptons home into a beautiful wedding venue. They were even going to attend, which was more than we had expected. 

For the wedding, the garden had been transformed into a magical setting. Rows of white, wooden chairs were arranged on the lush, green lawn, leading up to a stunning archway. The archway was draped with flowing white fabric and adorned with clusters of ivory roses, soft greenery, and delicate baby's breath. It framed a breathtaking view of the lake, shimmering in the late afternoon sunlight, with the water reflecting the clear blue sky. The path to the arch was lined with rose petals for a soft, romantic touch.