Snow

Chapter Twenty Three

There was a pair of hands on my shoulders, attempting to shake me awake, but I couldn't bring myself to open my eyes just yet. My head was pounding and I could still taste alcohol on my lips. Grabbing the bed covers, I ducked underneath and hid my head, squeezing my eyes tighter together.

I wouldn't be able to get back to sleep, that much was obvious, but I didn't want to leave the warmth of my bed just yet. As I rolled over, I reached out to try and find Andy in the space next to me. When my hand hit nothing but more sheets, I scrunched up my nose and found my phone instead. Eight o'clock. Why would he be up already?

"Leighla, get your ass out of bed. You need to get ready because the stylist will be here in ten minutes." Stylist? Why was Trey coming over? Did we have a photoshoot today? If so, why would he be coming to my house? And why the hell was Alli in my bedroom anyways?

Peeking out from under the covers, I half-opened my eyes and winced at the bright light coming through the uncovered windows. "Close the damn curtains." I groaned out, covering my eyes with a hand and pulling the sheets down further. "My head is fucking killing me." She laughed and jumped off of the bed, shutting the curtains like I'd asked.

"So... Are you excited?" She asked, grinning as she grabbed my arm and pulled me out of the bed. I shivered slightly as the cold air hit my bare arms, pulling on my dressing gown before I could get too cold.

"What would I be excited about?" I was genuinely confused as I left the room, raising an eyebrow at the shock on her face. "Wha- Oh shit. I totally forgot." My jaw was slack as I remembered why I'd gotten so drunk the night before.

I was getting married.

"Thank God. I was gonna have a fucking heart attack." She said, breathing a relieved laugh as she shook her head and pushed me towards the bathroom. "Go and shower - Andy's already left for Ashley's so they can get ready there." I nodded and went into the bathroom. When I removed my gown, I was shaking for a reason other than the cold.

I was getting married. Today. To Andy.

I suddenly felt completely unprepared.

Shaking off my sudden nervousness, I turned on the water for the shower and brushed my teeth as I waited for it to heat up. When the water was all-but-scalding-hot, I stepped in and tilted my face up to the water. As it ran down my face, leaving droplets clumping my eyelashes together, I scrubbed at the makeup that was still smeared across my face.

Finally finished with the shower, I dried myself off and stepped back into my gown - I'd forgotten to bring clothes in with me. I quickly ran back to the room and threw on a random pair of underwear, leggings and a baggy jumper. I'd get changed properly later.

Heading downstairs, I could hear the excited chatter of my bridesmaids, and the voice of my mother and best friend mixed in with that.

Grinning happily, I all but ran into the kitchen, flinging my arms around my mum as she pulled me tight against her. "Mum." I breathed out, hugging her tightly and smiling at the tears in her eyes.

When I pulled away, she was smiling happily. "I'm so proud of you, honey." Was all she said as she kissed both my cheeks and handed me a plate of toast. "Eat up - the stylist is already getting to work on some of the girls." I nodded and took a bite of the toast, smiling when I felt someone hug me from behind.

"I can't believe you're getting married." Laura mumbled in my ear, stealing a toast from my plate and making a face when she bit into it.

"This is undercooked. How the hell do you just eat a plate full of raw bread?" She said, scrunching her nose up and sticking it back into the toaster. I just rolled my eyes with a smile, finishing off my own toast and putting the plate in the dishwasher.