Marrying Mr. Wolf

Chapter 7

  Savanah's POV

"Your early today Sav."  Nat entered the room  "Seems like the bride is excited!"   she winked at me.  "Who wouldn't?"  I smiled at her excitedly and then continued to eat my breakfast. She put the rectangular box on the other bed, just beside my bed. I looked at the box and asked  "What's that?"  I asked her.

"Oh! It's your wedding dress."  she answered and sat beside me.  "I thought they delivered it yesterday?"  I asked again. Well, that was the agreement between me and the designer.  "Oh. They delivered the wrong gown, so I returned the wrong one earlier and got the right one."  my brows met up.  "They are the one who did a mistake they should be the one incharge of returning and giving us back the right gown."  I protested.

"Shh! Don't stress yourself out. It's your big day! Don't mind it okay? Now full your stomach up and after that take a bath. The make-up artist will be here soon."  she looked at her wrist watch  "You are an hour early, huh?. I never expected it!"  she winked at me playfully  "Tss. Yeah, I know I'm a heavysleeper. Whatever."  I rolled my eyes at her.

After I ate my breakfast, I took a bath. After I finished my bath----as if on cue the make-up artist came. I sat down on the chair and he/she---my make-up artist is a gay, a close friend of Lia---came closer to me, while bringing the make-up kit.  "Just make it light, okay? I don't really like heavy ones, it makes me feel like a clown or something."  I mumbled. He----I decided to address him 'he' or 'him'. Even if he's a gay, he is still a man. Again he just chuckled and answered me his OK's.

The whole make-up and dressing up was fun. The bridesmaid the flowergirls and the maid-of-honor is all here. Since I don't have a sister or a close friend I decided that my maid-of-honor will be Natalie. She's like my bestfriend now. She was hesitant at first, which made me wonder why, but she agreed when Ryder and his bestman---Jaxon talked to her. I just found out they were best buddies and childhood friends. He just came back here in Pennsylvania, couple of months ago with his girlfriend. I wasn't given a chance to meet his girlfriend, but I believe she is coming at my wedding.

Just the thought of her makes me go excited and giddy-up.   "Nat?"  I looked at her at the mirror infront of me. They are curling my hair so there is no problem in talking.   "Who's Jaxon's girlfriend?"   I added. She smiled at me and sat beside me. The other hair and make-up artist started to straighten out Nat's hair. She got those natural curls, and I got those natural straight hair.   "Her name is Addison. Why?"  she said.  "Oh, nothing. Just curious.?"

"Sav! Get in."   Nat called me out, opening the backseat door of the car. Oh no. Why does it have to be right now? I raised my hand in a high-five position, telling her to wait for a minute. I turn my back at her when she shouted  "Hey! You're not gonna run, ain't you?"  I faced her with a of-course-not-look.  "Silly! Nature calls. I need to go to the restroom. Just a minute."  I shouted at her. I turned my back at her and began to walk to the nearest restroom.

After my thing I washed my hand when another woman came out from one of the cubicles. I looked at her in atonishment, and she looked at me the same way. I face her making sure my eyes aren't playing with me. Heck! They are not! She really looks like me! Well, except for the color of our hair and our eyes. But we does look a like!   "Little bride stop gawking."   she spoke up getting my senses back. I turned my back at her and continued to wash my hand.

"I believe you are Savanah."   she spoke while retouching her make-up.   "How'd you know?"  I asked anxiously.   "Let's just say....I just know."  she chuckled. Is she a stalker or a investigator or what?   "Silly! I am not!"  she said as if reading my mind. I arch an eyebrow at her.   "Tsk! Piece of advice. If I were you I'll be a run away bride."  she continued. I faced her leaving the water to run out from the faucet. It's automatic, it will turn off if it can't detect a hand below it.