Felicity Steele shyly smiles at herself in the mirror, as she looks at her wedding dress. It's a very light pink ball gown dress, with thin straps going over her shoulders. A set of flowers are printed lightly at the bottom and on Felicity's head rests a flower crown. Her hair has been made wavy for the occasion and her lips are stained of pastel pink roses. In her hands, she holds a bouquet of pink and white flowers, wrapped with a blue ribbon. The colour of her eyes are prominent and anyone looking at them for too long will be swept away with just how vibrant they are, the happiness within her amplifying it.
"Do you think I'm ready?" Felicity breathes.
Twenty-four year old Sofia Van Heusen appears from behind her, setting her delicate hands on her best friend's shoulders. "You're going to be amazing," Felicity's bride's maid assures. Sofia looks stunning in her sky blue dress made of bridal illusion net.
"It's Jay Hamptons, idiot, what else could you possibly need?" Eloise Van Heusen says, exasperatingly. "He's like featured in a fucking Vogue magazine, what else do you want?" Some in the tent laugh and Felicity just becomes more nervous. "How's she one of the last ones from us to get married? I mean I always thought she'd be the first one down but I've beat her to it!"
"I agree with her," Rowan Charleston says, munching on her bowl of grapes. She's got Jay and Felicity's daughter, Elsa, on her lap. Elsa looks stunning in her ice-cold Queen Elsa inspired dress for the weddings. A small crown rests upon her small head, making Felicity and Jay's daughter look even more adorable then she already is. Felicity leans down and picks her child up, pacing around with her in her hands.
Eloise stops her, rubbing her shoulder and taking Elsa from her, so Felicity can focus on getting married already.
They're all in the bride's tent, right before the wedding ceremony is to commence. For their wedding location, Felicity and Jay desired something exotic, historical but casual. So, after weeks of searching, they decided upon Amalfi Coast in Italy. And with another three months of planning, they were all set to put a ring on it.
"Ladies," Harry Ackerman says, walking into the room. Walking further into the tent, he dives down to give his girlfriend a brief kiss on the cheek, before sitting on the armrest of the chair she is sitting at. "How's it going?"
"Harry, I'd appreciate it if you stop frying my nerves!" Felicity scolds, huffing, as she looks over her shoulder. Sighing, she soothes her dress out, whilst looking into the wooden-framed mirror. "I'm alright," she says. "I'm alright, it's going to be alright. I will not trip over," she calms herself. She closes her eyes, thinking of her soon-to-be husband.
"I'm going to leave you guys at it," Harry coughs, walking away, amidst his hand hold with Rowan. Rowan watches him leave, giving him a sweet smile as he winks at her.
"Just think about how calmly Jay must be doing this," Eloise advises, stealing a grape from Rowan's bowl.
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"I'm going to die," Jay Hamptons frantically nods, telling Connor about all the worse case scenarios.
"Stop freaking out, dude," Connor tells, as he adjusts Jay's bowtie. He taps Jay's shoulders twice before walking away.
"I think you should know that I'm still mad at you for making me your best man," thirteen-year-old Eugene Hamptons says, giving his brother a disappointing look.
"What? I thought you wanted to be my best man!" Jay explains, his head's whirlwind spinning faster.
"Yes," Eugene casually says, shrugging a shoulder. "But I thought Natasha gets to stand next to me whilst I stand beside you. Instead, she's sitting in the front row with River and Céline."
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Teen Fiction"My shoes are soaked." "It soon won't fit." "Things only expand when they are warm. And this is not Cinderella!" It was supposed to be a short trip to Disneyland, without anything getting in the way. But even Disneyland can't be perfect. © Devan...
