Toy Soldiers {SSoHPKC/Creatures Fan-Fic}

Chapter 33: Wedding Bells

»Merel's POV«

I could smell the sweet nectar in the air, but had no time to enjoy it. Being pulled in fifty different directions isn't fun, trust me. The surprising part was it wasn't Sophia on my ass, it was her sister. Do this, do that, not there, over here, go faster, not that fast I don't want something broken. Olivia was pressing on me harder than August heat. I wasn't mad because for once in her life I saw she loved Sophia. No matter how much they argue, she was trying her best to make everything perfect. 

Speaking of perfect, for the first time in my life I was letting Sophia use that word. You know how the word revenge makes Seamus cringe? I'm the same way with the word perfect. Ever since Sophia and I met, I wouldn't let her use that word, because nothing is perfect. If, for today, it makes her happy then I'll let her say what ever she wants. 

Olivia was still griping and finally said "Ugh, get Lily and tell her and Steven to come help me. They're probably just making out somewhere or doing something useless, and you're no help." 

I actually listened to Olivia without one ounce of back talk. Something really is wrong with me today. I'm acting very mannerly and nice. Yeah, something for sure is wrong with me. 

It didn't take long to find Lily and Steven. Of course they were just jacking around like Olivia said, and once they were sent off I decided to find my pretty princess. I've been in this church before. My parents got married here, and I was baptised here. She was getting ready in a back room, somewhere far in the church's halls. 

I gently knocked on the door and she called out to me. "Who is it?" 

"It's me Squirrel-Squirrel." I giggled. 

She squeaked and the door flew open. Everything was perfect on her; her hair, makeup, dress -just everything. Quickly she slammed the door behind her. I took a seat on the window seal. The sun was pouring in just perfectly so her brown hair gleamed as if it was gold. Yes, I said brown. I convinced her to let her hair grow out to her natural color so years from now when she's forty, she won't regret having red hair at her wedding. She swore she wouldn't, but she knows better than to argue with me.

I examined her dress. It looked even more beautiful than in the store. The top was strapless and tight, with this detailed rhinestone pattern, and the jewels sparkled just right in the sun. The bottom flowed out with a bit of a poof. Her skin was flawless, every line just perfect, and her hair fell just right. 

"So, I've asked you this question a lot." She started. "But it really matters today. How do I look?" 

I stood up and grabbed her bouquet of lilies. She held them tight in her hand, and I took a step back. 

"Perfect." I grinned.

She shook her head with a nervous laugh. "Don't say that." 

"Why?" 

"Because," She sighed. "My Merel doesn't use the word perfect. I don't want you filtering yourself today just because it's supposed to be "my day". I wouldn't be standing here if it weren't for the uncensored sister I love." 

"I love you, you know that?" I asked, wanting to let out tears of joy. 

"I know, and I love you too." 

I was about to reply, but Olivia yelled at us through the door. 

"Merel, you in there?" She asked. 

"Yeah." I called back. "Be there in a second." 

Sophia was looking in the mirror, taking it all in. I gave her one last smile.