Distorted Beauty {Pure Illusion Series: Book 4}

Chapter 19

A/N: Hello all and welcome to 2016!!! So first off, I, again, have to apologize for how late this release is. With graduation in May, work making me wish to jump off a cliff and tons of family issues, my time to write is PLENTY, I just haven't been pleased with what I've written. I've edited this chapter and chapter 20 at least 30 times each; and I'm still not happy. But, that's what happens with writing I guess. 

I hope to have the epilogue edited and out by tomorrow or Sunday, the 10th. Be patient, share and cry your hearts out so I know I'm not just talking to myself when I write! Even if it's just a hello, it makes me happy :) <3 

Without further ado, here is chapter 19 - only one more chapter to go!! 

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That first week had been an entire blur. Sigyn could hardly remember what day she had spoken to Myndéa or Jane about her dress alterations. At first, she had thought that it would be best to just use the dress she was going to use for Theoric's wedding but, she didn't think it was fair to compare the two men. Instead, she quickly went to see a dressmaker in the town that evening of her proposal with Myndéa where she had a new one created for her.

As per Loki's request, not that she minded, the wedding was scheduled for only a month after he had asked for her hand. Since then, three weeks had come and gone and she felt as if she had accomplished nothing. Too much planning and so little time; she felt as if it had been merely a few hours since she first said yes to pledging her life to him.

Raising her hands over head, she felt the final pins being placed in order to ensure the dress was snuggly fit. It flowed off her body in all the right places, hugging her curves as well. It was stunning, something she never dreamed of wearing herself. She felt like a princess in a fairytale. To her left Myndéa, who was now eight months along, looked on from a large chair. Her belly was growing bigger every day, and so was her irritability.

"No, one bustle, not two or three, O-N-E. Yes, like that." Myndéa explained to the seamstress who had the misfortune of listening to Myndéa's complaints and fixing them accordingly.

"Have you decided on a bouquet?" A small voice echoed from the goddess' right. 

Sigyn turned to look at Eméra who held at least four choices of flowers in her hand. One that had a set of red mixed with white, another with blue and white, the third one with blue and green and the final one with gold and white. Her eyes gravitated to the sea like flowers on the end.

"The blue and green, they remind me of his eyes... but I think the gold and white would work best with accents with green and blue."

"Of course my Lady, I will see to it that the flowers are to your liking." Eméra excused herself and departed just as quickly as she had come.

Now that Myndéa was satisfied with how the dress appeared, the dressmaker began to unzip the goddess from her wedding gown and redressed her in a soft, flowing teal gown. Her gold flats felt much more comfortable than the heels she had previously been wearing. Nodding to the seamstress, she and Myndéa were left alone at last.

"Honestly, I cannot wait to have this child out of my body. Ugh, sleeping with him was not worth all this pain." Sigyn only gave her a look, to which Myndéa laughed. "Okay, it wasn't that bad... but please never get pregnant; it's not pleasant."

Sigyn's bell like laugh filled the air between them. "Noted, but I do believe it will be worth it. You'll have a family of your own and as soon as Sir Fandral returns, it will be complete."