Beautiful When You Don't Try

Chapter 80

Camila stood in her dressing room at the wedding location in Connecticut, looking in the mirror at herself in her wedding dress, smoothing over the material with her hands. She had seen herself in it at all the fittings, but it seemed different this time. It wasn't just a dress she was wearing like she had on all the red carpets and premiers she had attended. This was a statement. She was getting married.

"Camila?" Dinah called out as she peeked her head in the door. "Can I come in or do you need another minute?"

"No, you can come in."

The Polynesian woman stepped inside and closed the door behind her. "So, this is it."

"This is it."

"Details?"

Camila took in a deep breath. "Clara is walking Lauren down the aisle first. My dads are walking me second. We listen to the judge, say our vows, kiss, don't pass out, and then we leave for the reception in the back. We don't actually go to the reception right away because Meg needs to get pictures, but we wait for everyone else to get there."

Dinah nodded her head and took a few steps closer, straightening out the end of the diva's dress. "And at the reception?"

"Dad is making a speech on my behalf. Then Meg is making one on Lauren's behalf. After that, Cece is singing for our first dance. Then we all dance, cut the cake, enjoy the party, and Mr. Malik's song. Do you know what it is?"

"I do. And don't worry, there's no rapping in it."

Camila lifted her eyes to the ceiling. "Thank God. And Brad?"

"Nowhere in sight."

"Michael?"

"Confirmed by my parents to still be in Miami."

The diva nodded her head slowly. "Good. Everything is good."

"Everything is very good."

Camila turned around to look at her friend directly instead of through the mirror. "Do you know how Lauren is doing?"

Dinah bit her bottom lip.

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"Breathe, Lauren." Meg called out as she walked around the brunette's dressing room with her camera, taking behind the scenes shots.

"I'm breathing." Lauren assured her as she looked out the window, nearly hyperventilating.

"Then don't breathe quite so much. Just relax. Come here." Meg pulled her into a half hug and kissed her temple. "Just calm down for a minute. One hour and she's yours for the rest of your life."

"One hour?"

Meg dropped her lips from the brunette's temple and nodded her head. "One hour. That's all. Just keep running over your vows in your head. You did write them, didn't you? Please tell me you're not going to go up there and try and freestyle it."

"Freestyle it? Have you been listening to your hip hop playlist again?" Meg shrugged. "No, I'm not going to 'freestyle it'. God no. Camila would kill me. I've got it." She let out a long sigh. "Have you seen her yet?" Meg nodded her head. She had been in there getting some pictures of Camila getting ready in her dress with Kim, Dinah, and Keaton around her.

"She looks beautiful. A little nervous but doing good. She's worried about you though."

Lauren smiled and turned back to the mirror to make sure everything was perfect. "I'll be fine once I'm not confined in this room. Do you know where my mom is?"