After the Storm

Wedding (Part 1)

So the previous chapter recieved some good reviews which I am ecstatic about *screams and hugs curtain*. I decided to write another chapter which is just one part of Lilly and Amby's marriage.

Lilly's dress ^

Enjoy! <3

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Grommets: The metal rings that surround the holes at the back of a corset.

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"Ouch!"

"Stop wriggling! I can't insert it into the hole!"

"Ow!"

Eve tugged at the strings on the back of my corset, hard. "Stop moving or else I can't get the string through the grommets!"

"Well you don't have to pull so hard do you?" I snapped.

"Mmhmm." She yanked twice as hard in response and I yelped in discomfort.

"Can't breathe!" My voice came out in wheezes. Her corset tying could rival Aunt Brank's.

"How's it going?" An excited Flora popped her head into the room. Her eyes shone bright with anticipation and childlike eagerness. "You need to be out in an hour."

"Spiffing. Absolutely spiffing!" I grimaced and gasped for breath.

Flora took one look at my pained expression and asked, concern etching her face, "Are you alright Lil?"

Throwing her a snarl like grin, I replied, "Oh I'm fine. My ribs are just getting busted, no biggie."

Flora, that poor oblivious girl, looked at me speechless. "Erm...please tell me you're kidding?"

"All done." Eve patted my shoulder. "Don't worry Flora. Lilly has never been better."

I grumbled some expletives under my breath. Fine my derrière! She had tied me up so tightly that I was sure my lungs had been pushed out of my mouth.

Flora mumbled about how we should hurry up and then dashed out. The door shut behind her with unhealthy creaks and squeaks, as if laughing at my demise.

"Now for the makeup!" Eve waved a bottle menacingly the way she would wave her knitting needles when preparing for a fight.

I groaned like a dying walrus. Well, I've never met or heard one before but I did read about them and their mighty moans. They were big fat creatures with massive fangs. Their, what do you call that? I pondered for a moment before recalling. Ah blubber! Their blubber was to keep them warm.

I felt a twinge of pride at remembering such facts. You never know when such things come in useful.

My friend squirted some paste on her fingertips and began massaging the sticky substance onto my face. "It will give you a better complexion." She assured, as if that information would lessen the torture.

The whole process of applying strange smelling creams and powders on my face was oddly soothing, contrary to my original beliefs of it being as bad as being thrown into hell. Taking the opportunity to properly scrutinise the white room, I occupied my time by counting the number of mirrors hung up on the walls.

1, 2, 3, 4...

Eve dabbed something on my lips and I grimaced when I accidentally tasted it.

5, 6, 7, 8...

Garn! What did anyone need so many mirrors for?

"Done!" A few minutes later, Eve announced proudly and shoved me in front of one of the many mirrors.