Upon A Dream (Sequel to A Beauty and the Tragedy)

Epilogue

This one is a little long! I'll do the sappy stuff later: be on the lookout for an Author's Note after this one where I'll write stuff...okay...I'll shut up now.

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"I will remember you. Standing in a nice dress staring at the sunset, babe. Red lips and rosy cheeks, know I'll see you again, even if it's just in my wildest dreams."  Wildest Dreams (Cover) by Anthem Lights

"Irina, I swear to God if you move again!" Ryan scolded as she held my chin firmly. 

She prodded my eye with a chubby eyeliner and released my face. She moved away from the hotel bathroom mirror and allowed me to examine myself. 

"Damn girl." I sighed, taking in my flawless hair and makeup. She helped me stand and smooth my dress. "You look awesome, but look at the time! We're gonna be late for the red carpet!" she chirped, grabbing her bag and pulling open the door. I took a deep breath and followed her to the elevator. 

"Allie, Penelope, and Kylie are already down there." she reported, taping the screen of her phone furiously as she sent a text to Josh. 

The elevator dinged and slid open to reveal the open hotel lobby. Voices erupted as I followed a black and silver haired Ryan to the center of the room where a group of very gothic looking people stood. 

Ricky was the first to turn around. He seized Penelope's arm and turned her with him, almost causing her to trip on her dark blue dress. She glared at him but softened when she saw me. 

"Irina! You look beautiful!" she gushed, running up and hugging me. I gave her a small squeeze and she stepped back. "Where's Chris?" I asked, looking for him. 

"He had to run back up to the room, he said he'd be back in a second." Vinny supplied, tying his white and red sneakers which definitely did not fit the dress code we adhered to. Penelope raised her iPhone and snapped a picture of me. 

"Alternative Press gave me hold of Snapchat until 7!" she said, smiling devilishly. I wrung my hands and looked about the lobby for Chris. Where the hell was he? 

"There's prince charming." My head snapped to the direction that Ryan (the boy) was looking. 

At the top of the stairs that centered the lobby, Chris was descending at a gruelingly sexy pace. He was dressed to the nines, and I glanced at my red gown feeling the blush rise in my cheeks. 

When I looked up I realized that Chris had stopped and just stood there standing in the middle of the stairs. I met his eyes and all he could do was smile. 

"Come on Chris, we're gonna be late." Devin said, checking his phone. Chris descended the rest of the steps and approached me. 

"Wow. You look beautiful." he said, placing a kiss on the top of my head. 

The limo ride over was spent in quite a relaxed state for everyone expect me. Penelope snapped photos with her phone, and tweeted and instagramed and whatever else she was doing. I fidgeted with my hands, afraid of any mishap. I felt Chris put an arm around me and pull me as close to him as he could without interfering with the petticoat of my dress. 

"You seem nervous." he observed, smiling. "What if they don't like me?" I whispered. "They love you." he said, squeezing my shoulder. I sighed. 

"I just-." 

"We're here!" Penelope shrieked. Her outburst sent Ricky into a laughing spree as our lone wolf Vinny opened the door. We all filed out, Chris and I being the last. He stepped out and then offered me his hand.