This is the first story i've ever published. English isn't my first language so im sorry for grammar or spelling mistakes. Hope you enjoy and please leave you comments and votee if you like it!!
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As they looked in the mirror they were amazed to find two completely different people smiling back at them. Claire reached her cheeks and touched them. It was unbelievable! Maya was still moving her arms trying to convince her it was real.
A tear rolled down Claire’s cheek. She had decided not to cry but she couldn’t help it. She could feel her long white dress in her legs, moving as water flowing in an early spring river. She couldn’t help it. She could feel the veil in her head coming from her beautiful hair-do. She looked down on her sister and best friend. She was wearing a simple and beautiful two-strap dress. It was red. The kind of red of a rose,that highlighted her cheekbones and brown-blond hair. Maya smiled at her sister and she smiled back. “You are beautiful” her sister said crying “Caleb is a really lucky guy. I wish mom was here to see you” Claire hugged her sister as tears came down his face. They stayed like this for five more minutes.
The bride started to get nervous. She needed a make-up retouch and couldn’t find the bracelet her grandmother had given her. Claire’s nanny had been waiting for the right moment to give it to her. Now it was gone. It was the only memory she had from her parents wedding. The dress had burned in the same fire that ended her mom’s life, and mostly all of their belongings where lost there, the bracelet was the only thing left, and it had vanished.
Everybody was looking for the bracelet. It had last been seen in its box inside a drawer in the bride’s suite. Nobody could have just evaded security, the bride, her sister and everyone in the room, taken the bracelet and not being noticed. This upset the bride the most. She had been looking for the bracelet with her dad all over the hotel but they had found nothing. Meanwhile, The groom was dying to reach Claire and talk to her but she wouldn’t let him see her in her dress before the wedding, although she was dying to hug him. She decided to focus on her task. “You are about to get married with the guy you love, the bracelet will appear” she repeated over and over in her head.
Two minutes before the ceremony started, she couldn’t control her thoughts and burst into tears. She started running through the hotel halls towards nothing. Everybody looked at her as she passed through the halls crying in a beautiful white dress, but she didn’t care, she didn’t even notice. Everything around her became blurred, and she felt her lungs were not willing to keep working. She got into a closet and sat crying between fancy coats, wishing to disappear. After some minutes she calmed down and was able to think again. She raised her head and looked around. It was a small closet; clearly, it hadn’t been made for a person to sit inside because it was really small.
Something caught her eye, a little red box that she recognized. It was the bracelet. She leaned forward and grabbed it, but when she did, she saw something horrible under it. This brought back to her memories that she had kept blocked in a corner of her mind, and were rarely released. She was in shock. She couldn’t even get out of that closet that had once been her shelter and was know her prison. She could feel the smoke coming into her lungs as she tried to convince herself that it was just a memory, a trick of her body, but it felt so real. What she had seen kept appearing in her head, tormenting her like a monster nightmare to a five years old kid in the middle of the night. She felt alone for a second, and vulnerable, trying to get control of her body and mind again, but it seemed impossible. What she had seen was just a piece of paper, which had been cut from a newspaper. It showed her old house burning, and it had something written on the right corner. The message was short and clear “Good Luck”
