She never came downstairs, but the strange noises and sounds that kept on haunting her ears tempted her to go there. Her curiosity was increasing and increasing, but she managed to avoid it somehow.
Her face was bright, and was full of excitement when she looked at her mother. Elizabeth fixed her daughter's dress, at the back, those floral designs. "Did Vanessa make this by herself?" She asked, holding the corners of her gown.
"We all decided for the designs. But I helped her make it." She replied, then wiped her tear. And she saw it, that her mother was crying. "Mom, don't cry. Oh, please don't make me cry, too." She said, staring at her. She faced her opposite direction, then went to the mirror. She covered her mouth with her both hands as she stared at herself. She also fixed her hair that was tucked inside, then imagined that it was already fixed with style. The gown was really beautiful, as if it was perfectly made by a professional fashion designer. Her chest was covered with a transparent thing designed with flowers, all the way to her wrists.
Cara also entered, with make up kits locked in her hands. "It's barbie time!" She joked. "Ooh, your dress fits you." She commented. "Thanks, Cara. I love it." She replied. "Sit down, princess. And I'll make you the best bride ever!" She cheered.
Before even Cara instructed that, she already sat down. In front of her was exactly the mirror, and she could see that Cara was opening the box and preparing her make over.
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Just approximately after twenty minutes, it was finally done. There were also girls who filled the whole room, some weren't dressed yet, and some were. They were helping each other, though. The whole time she was closing her eyes, and when she opened it, she couldn't even believe it. That the make up was covering her face, her natural beauty.
And it means that she couldn't even recognize herself. But, it also doesn't mean that it was too much, it was perfect, even. The liquid cat eyeliners was perfectly made and shaped, no eyeshadows. And the lipstick was precise, not too heavy and thick.
The different girls giggled, and reacted in a good way. She finally stood, and saw the long dress she was wearing. Daydreamed that she was the queen of the day. Elizabeth then stood, after being fixed by the hairstylist and the make up artist. She went towards her, with a smile that looked like it lasted for almost the whole time, and her eyes full of proudness. "My darling's finally going to have a family." She muttered, as she hugged her daughter. "Not yet, mom. Just going to be married." She replied, hugging her back. "Whatever that thing is called, I just want to say that I'll miss you." She told her.
She smiled back at her. "Me too, Elizabeth." She replied. Another woman approached them suddenly, and when she faced them, it looked very familiar to Clarissa. And she was the woman standing there and was also the one doing the make up and hair to those girls. "You look gorgeous, Clarissa!" She said. "You don't remember me, do you?" She grinned, and she felt unbelievable to the fact that she read her expression quickly. "I'm Amanda, the one you met in the park!" She said, almost laughing. "Oh, it's you! I knew it!" She pointed. "Yes, it's me.." She said in a low volume of her voice.
"Why aren't you dressed yet?" She asked quickly. "I'm just gonna finish these things to the girls and I'm gonna dress later." She smiled, felt appreciated for asking it. "Where's Carl, by the way?" She asked, now looking away. "He's there, downstairs. No one even knows whether they're finished or not yet." She shrugged her shoulders. "No one knows?" She repeated. "Clarissa, the rule is that we're not allowed to see those men until the wedding will start." Her mom informed her. "Oh. I'm sorry, Amanda. I didn't know that it was a rule to us, vamps." She forced a smile, felt a little bit embarrassed.
It was a precise time when someone knocked at the door hard and a voice of a man begun speaking. "Let's all go out and prepare for the wedding." It said. The girls then started standing up, fixing their white dresses and looking at themselves in the mirror of the wardrobe at the same time. Vanessa looked at her, then spoke. "How handsome do you think Jake will be?"
"Very, very handsome." She grinned. She nodded smiling, and pulled her by the wrist gently right after the other girls started going out. "Let's go, we don't wanna be late." She said.
