In your Arms

Chapter Sixty Nine

She was in a trance until she heard a soft knock on her door.

"Amity my dear, may I come in?" It was her mother.

Amity puts down her brush on top of her dresser and took one last look of herself in the mirror. She's wearing a white, knee – length strapless organza A – line dress with a sweetheart neckline and a beaded bodice. Her mother was the one who picked it for her the other day when they were looking for a dress for tonight's occasion. She was currently doing her hair but then her mother knocked on her door. Amity thought her mother would like how the dress fitted her perfectly once she sees her and it made her smile. Somehow, even though she's been dreading this night, seeing her mother and father happy is the only thing that matters to her.

Amity walked towards the door and opened it; and, she wasn't wrong. Once Elenor took a glance at her she saw wonderment in her mother's eyes.

Elenor was speechless and clasped her mouth. "Well look at you.." She muttered.

Amity grinned. "You like it?"

"It's perfect." Elenor told her with a smile. Then her eyes darted towards her hair. "Oh. But your hair.."

"Yes. I was struggling in fixing it. Would you mind?" Amity asked her mother.

"Sure, sure." Elenor answered her and Amity made way for her to go inside. She sat again in front of her dresser and Elenor started brushing her hair.

There was a long silence between the two of them and she just watched her mother on the mirror, half smiling as her delicate hands started making braids. Amity smiled a little as she watched her mother. In her eyes, her mother is the most beautiful woman she has ever seen. She adored her and ever since she was little she dreamt of being just like her; a free – spirited woman who has lived her life fruitful and meaningful.

Elenor must have felt her daughter watching her and their gaze met in the mirror. She smiled. "Everything okay dear?"

Amity nodded. "I just like watching you do my hair. I kinda missed it." She answered.

Elenor placed her hands on top of Amity's shoulders. "I missed it too." Amity held her mother's hand and squeezed it tight. Elenor's eyes went glassy. "Oh dear, I'm about to cry. Let me just finish this."

Amity laughed. "You've always been so emotional mother." She joked. Elenor jokingly gave her a warning stare making her laugh again.

After a few minutes her hair was done. Elenor leaned her face closer to Amity's and both of them stared at their reflections in the mirror.

"You look lovely." She whispered in her daughter's ear.

"We both are." Amity told her mother. She stood up and faced Elenor. "Are there a lot of guests already?" She asked.

Elenor nodded her head. "Why? Are you nervous?"

"A bit." Amity answered back, smiling.

Elenor smiled and looked at her thoughtfully for a while. She held Amity's face. "Are you really sure about this, Amity?"

Her mother's question caught her off guard and her smile slowly fell. "Yes, mother. I am." She softly spoke.

"You know, you can always back out." Elenor shrugged.

Amity's eyebrows creased. "Mother, what are you--"

"We can run away. What do you think?" Elenor winked at her which made her laugh.

"And leave father?" Amity's eyes widened. "You must be kidding me." She rolled her eyes and it's now her mother's turn to laugh. "You would never leave father. You can't." Amity told her smilingly.