Beautiful When You Don't Try

Chapter 57

Lauren Jauregui was not a morning person, never was and probably never will be, but Camila had discovered may ways of waking her up over the last three months. The brunette laid in bed, awake, but unmoving, completely content with just lying there for a few more hours with her eyes closed, blocking out the sun. She listened to the rumble of a few people down stairs talking loudly and discussing details of their impending wedding while the diva orchestrated it all, refusing to relinquish command. Lauren didn't mind. All she cared about was the end result, that Camila Cabello became Camila Jauregui...or Camila Cabello -Jauregui. They were still discussing that.

The brunette took in a deep breath and laughed lightly as she felt the bed dip down as her fiancé climbed on, crawling over her as she lay face down on the mattress. "I'm not awake yet." She mumbled and felt the soft lips graze her shoulder before placing a light kiss to the bare skin. Lauren's smile deepened. "I'm still not awake yet." She felt the warm breath as Camila smiled and let a breathy laugh slip through before the lips returned to her skin, moving up her shoulder to her neck with each kiss. They stopped at her ear and panted a few hot breaths against the sensitive skin.

"Time to wake up, Baby."

Lauren furrowed her brow until there was a nip of her ear and she shot out of bed, pulling the sheets to cover her naked body. "What the fuck was that?"

Ally burst into laughter and collapsed back onto the mattress. "That was your wake-up call, Lover. You seemed like you enjoyed it. Are you awake yet?"

The brunette ran her hand furiously over her shoulder and neck where the Latina had placed her kisses and shifted the sheets tighter around her. "When did you get here?"

Ally turned on her side and propped her elbow up to cradle her head in her hand. "I just got in a little while ago. Camila told me to come get your ass out of bed." She looked up and down the brunette's naked body. "Mission accomplished."

"I don't think she would appreciate you molesting me while doing it though." Lauren argued as she retreated to the bathroom, grabbing random bits of clothing as she went.

The Latina just made herself comfortable, taking in the couple's fancy new place. "I actually think she would find it highly amusing. We can find out in just a minute. She wants you down stairs like, now. Something about conflicting dress colors?" She could hear the brunette growl in frustration.

"I told her, if she wants white, I'll do white. If she wants campaign, I'll do campaign. As long as they're the same color and she's happy, I don't care."

"Yeah, that's all lovely and touching, but I don't care. Talk with her about it. I'm just here for the free food." The brunette emerged with a scowl on her face in response to her friend's lackadaisical attitude. Ally dropped her brow. "Now that's classy. I preferred you in the sheets." Lauren flipped her off and headed down the stairs in a pair of baggy sweatpants and an old faded tee-shirt. "Hey! Where are you going? I'll take you up on that offer. I'll even fuck you too."

The brunette hesitated at the foot of the stairs as she tried to soak in the chaos going on. There were two dozen people roaming through her apartment carrying flower samples, material swatches, food samples. Countless conversations going on between them and the people they were talking to on the phone. Each trying frantically to get every detail perfect in time for the wedding.

"See. You've gone and spoiled the woman." Ally teased as she stood behind the stunned brunette. "You would think the wedding was actually happening today with this circus going on."

"Where is she?" Lauren asked in a whisper, distracted already in her search of Camila. The apartment wasn't that big. How could she have lost her fiancé? Ally tapped her on the shoulder and pointed to the living room. Camila as sitting in the middle of the couch on her throne, a designer or somebody on each side, waiting for the diva's approval. "Baby?"