"Stop that."
I jumped slightly as my eyes shot over to the familiar hulking form standing in the doorway of my bathroom. I always forget how tall Derek is until I'm standing right next to him. Or in this case in front of him.
"Stop what?" my brows...
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“Are you ready?"
Dad knocked on my already opened door, smoothing out his tux. Mom was rushing around downstairs, trying to get herself ready in a hurry. I could practically hear her mumbling to herself the things she needed to do as she usually does before leaving the house.
I stood in front of my full length mirror, trailing my hands down the front of my long sleeved, knee length satin dress. The black material was soft against my fingertips. The shoulders and sleeves a thin lace material with a red floral pattern embroidered on to it.
For once in my life I almost feel… pretty. It's weird.
I don't like wearing dresses. I don't like how vulnerable I feel when I wear one— especially when all of my scars are shown on full display.
I made an exception for today.
I had styled my hair into a fancy bun I had found a tutorial for on Pinterest. My bangs and a few strands of hair framing my face. I didn't bother with makeup, except for a light touch of mascara because that's the only thing I know how to do.
“Yeah… let's go.” I bit my lip, turning to leave the room, being sure to grab my black platform boots before closing my bedroom door.
“You look great, kiddo.” Dad smiled,leaning down to kiss the top of my head.
I could only nod my head in thanks, feeling slightly insecure about my outfit. I stopped at the top of the steps, dad pausing at the landing when he realized I'd stopped following.
“What's wrong?"
“Maybe I should change…" I mumbled more to myself, taking a step back. “This was stupid. I look stupid."
Before I could take another step back to the confines of my room, dad had somehow managed to throw me over his shoulder and make it downstairs within the span of two seconds. I was honestly impressed.
Embarrassed, but impressed.
Dad only set me down once we made it to the living room, carefully placing me on the leather sofa. I took the time to lace up my boots, walking around a bit to get used to the extra height. I would rather not fall on my face in front of a large group of people I don't know.
“Oh honey you look gorgeous!" Mom beamed at me as she put in her earrings, walking in from the kitchen, her black pumps clicking with each step.
She's the one who looks gorgeous. Her hair curled to perfection, makeup subtle- yet evident with her red lipstick. Her black dress looked like something out of a classic movie from the 50’s and I almost felt jealous.
Why can't I look like that?
“So do you." I smiled gently, changing the topic by asking where my idiot brother went.
“Alaric said he would meet us at the church." Dad shrugged, adjusting his cufflinks before grabbing his keys from the coffee table. “Speaking of, we should probably head out."
