Loving Rain (Watty Awards 2011)

Chapter 32 - The Butterflies

Picture to the side is Rain's wedding dress. Song is from Rain. =) 

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Loving Rain - Ch. 32

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               A knock on my door awoke my from my trance. I’d slept for several hours last night, no dreams coming to terrorize my slumber. But when the sunlight started to stream through my window I had turned to stare at the ceiling, my mind wondering from topic to topic, most of which involved the fact that later tonight I would be with Cian, married, on my way to possibly becoming a queen.

               Or not, I thought. Because when I didn’t respond to the knocking, Gunter just went ahead and barged on in. Groaning, I pushed myself up into a sitting position and looked at him with a blank expression. He bit his lip, obviously holding back a laugh.

               “Nerves?” he asked me through his closed lips. I think he was scared to open them, in fear of snorting from laughter and making me upset.

               “Uh… Yeah. I’ve never felt this nervous in my life.” And it was true. The butterflies seemed to be fighting each other in my stomach, that’s how bad it was. But I was sure it wasn’t because I was uncertain about marrying Cian… to be entirely honest, I think it was because he might not be certain about marrying me. What if I got down there to the end of the aisle and his nose turned up, a clear indication that I disgusted him?

               Then again, maybe he’d marry me and then figure out his disgust. It was doubtful, but I was never the self-confident one.

               “Rain, it’s not like he’s going to leave you there alone,” Gunter laughed. “He’s almost as nervous as you are, and for what I’m guessing are the same reasons. ‘What if she doesn’t say yes?’” he gasped, mocking Cian’s deeper voice. I had to admit, he was pretty good at it.

               He walked over to my bed and sat down beside me, where I was sitting there with my head in between my legs. “Everything is all ready and perfect,” he told me, his hand patting my knee. “You shouldn’t worry so much, because everything is going to turn out fine. You’re going to march down that aisle looking beautiful, Cian’s going to be speechless, and then after it all flies by he’s going to think, ‘How did a crazy prince like me wind up with such a gorgeous queen?’”

               I lifted my head up and smiled at him. For some reason, Gunter always knew the right thing to say. “Thanks, Gunter. I appreciate it.”

               He shrugged. “It’s what I’m here for. Wisdom. Because it’s not like anyone else has some.”

               I hit him in the arm before laughing and jumping up of the bed. Someone had hung my dress up near my wardrobe where it seemed to be waiting patiently for me.

               “Do you want me to send someone in here to help you get ready?” Gunter finally asked me.

               Cayla and Lee had both volunteered to prepare me for today, and I had eagerly accepted. An hour or so with the two girls seemed like exactly what I needed. So I turned to Gunter and nodded. “How much time do I have?”

               He frowned. “An hour, if you want to be on time. That’s why I came in here. Cian was worried that you’d decided to run away.”

               That was what I liked to do, wasn’t it? “No, I’m here, and I’m staying.” The power in my voice shocked me, and I closed my eyes for a brief second to make sure this was all really happening. That it wasn’t just some dream my insane mind had created to lull me into this false feeling of comfort and contentment. But when I opened them again and saw Gunter had walked over to stand before me, reality settled and it was precisely like I’d hoped it would be. Perfection.