The Life of a Princess

Chapter 33 - Forever Hold My Peace

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The sun shone through the open blinds, illuminating my completely messed up room, and waking me up in the process. My hair lay as a bird's nest against my pillow and the dried drool on my chin cracked as I yawned. Today just seemed perfect for some reason, so quiet and refreshing. I just wanted to lay in bed all day and do nothing but play games on my phone.

"Oh, great! You're awake."

My morning paradise was cut short when Gemma burst in, hopping over the pillows on the floor and making her way to where I laid. She had come in last night and almost fainted when she saw the mess, but I relieved her when I said she didn't need to clean it. She wasn't pleased, but at least she didn't stress much about it.

"What?" I grunted and groaned into my pillow. Then I heard a "woah", a thud and an "omph" so I looked up.

"You didn't need to throw everything to the floor," she remarked from where she laid sprawled over the many pillows. I laughed slightly at her clumsiness and sat up in my bed.

"Probably not. But I do a lot that I don't need to."

"Duly noted."

She stood up and finally reached me, grabbing my arm before dragging me to the bathroom. "Take a shower and meet me in the styling room after," she said, getting a towel from the closet and throwing it at my chest. "Try to hurry."

I stared confusedly at her as she turned to walk away. "What's the rush?" My brows furrowed at her stressed manner, picking up so many warning signs that I thought someone might've died.

Her face looked pitiful as she spun around again, pursing her lips and keeping me in a deafening silence.

"What?" I pressed.

So she answered, "You forgot?" I could see how she fiddled with her slender fingers, nibbling at the inside of her cheek with her teeth and taking a deep breath.

"It's your wedding day."

A couple of minutes later I stood under the running water, massaging in the shampoo. I hurried as much as I could and once I was done with the shower I jumped out and wrapped myself on a towel. I tried to force myself to think that I wanted this. That I had been looking forward to this day for over a month. It will be okay, I muttered in my head. Things will unfold how they were supposed to and it will be okay.

I couldn't seem to find the fighter within me, and at the moment, I just wanted to get things over with. And my destiny could've been worse. I could have hated Edward full-time. It could have been a guy I barely knew. It could have been Hunter.

No. I was not bringing him into this.

Shaking my head, I dried my body, put on my contacts and tossed on a robe, already making my way down the hall to the styling room. The way seemed longer than it had even done, but my legs kept marching. And even though all my thoughts spun, the most important one stood still.

I don't even love anyone else.

Gemma started blow-drying my hair as I sat down in the styling chair in front of the large mirror. My face, bare of any make-up, stared back at me, and where I used to see a coy, sarcastic and confident girl, a girl with lifeless eyes who didn't believe she could go somewhere as nice as heaven so she slept on her stomach had replaced her spot.

"Are you alright?" Gemma asked after she turned off the blow-drier. The corner of my mouth barely tilted upwards but it was enough to make her believe I was going to be fine. Because I was, I had to. I was getting married today and I couldn't cry at the altar.