Hate is a passionate Emotion ( Completed)

Chapter 30

Chapter 30

" It's the big day!" I heard my mother whisper in a melodious voice through my door like she would when I was little and it was an important day. 

" I know!" I shouted back. 

I was awake most of the night. I got a total of maybe two hours of sleep. I was so nervous and excited. All these questions rushed through my head. 'Would he be the same?', 'Was he hurt?', ' Would he even look the same?' I got an occasional picture from Brice in the mail but he was usually all dirty and with his troop so I never got a good look at his face. I finally slid out of bed and shuffled to the bathroom across the hall. My mother and father were at the foot of the stairs as I walked down. They gave me a huge hug. I walked to the kitchen table and sitting there eating a waffle was my little brother. 

" Josiah!" I ran and gave him a huge hug. " AH! Your here!" he was supposed to be at school in New York. He got into a great engineering school over there and we barely got to see him. I saw him about as often as I had seen Brice. A few times more but maybe 3 tops. 

" You didn't think I'd miss my sisters big day did you?" he said grabbing me a plate. I grabbed a waffle from the pile and smothered it in strawberry syrup. 

" But I thought you had school?" I said through a mouthful of waffle. 

He grabbed me a napkin. " I got a few days off." 

" But we don't have a suit for you!" I yelled. 

" But I do." he pointed to the white garment bag hanging by the dining room table. He unzipped it and out came a freshly pressed black suit with a white rose sticking out from the pocket of his jacket. 

I finished up my food and went upstairs to brush my teeth and put in my contacts. My mother grabbed my dress and got my things into the car as I got into a light pink silk robe and slipped on a pair of cheap flip flops. All four of us jumped into the car and we drove off to the church. We got there just as Iris was getting out of the car with her brothers and mother. 

I ran over and hugged her. 

" My little cousin is growing up!" she whispered. I swore I heard a sniffle. 

I gave a hug to her brothers and my aunt. We all headed upstairs and the guys went the other way at the split hallway to go to there room. A few of the bridesmaid were already there. Jesse sat sipping from water bottle staring down the big bottle of champagne sitting on the table in the center of the room. 

" There you are!" Jesse said giving me a hug. I dropped off my things and called the makeup artist to see how soon she would be getting here. After making a few other important calls I sat down on the white leather couch. After about five minutes my last bridesmaid Layla finally arrived. She ran in panting with her dress in hand. 

" So sorry! Traffic was crazy!" She said panting 

I grabbed her dress and got her water. " It's fine! You're not late! The makeup artist isn't even here yet." As if I summoned her, the artist, named Kathy, walked in. Her makeup was understated and she had her platinum blond hair in a slick ponytail. She sat me down right away and opened her train case. I loved makeup but this girl had enough makeup in her case to last her 20 lifetimes! She had at least 5 different foundation colors, every color eyeshadow by practically every brand in existence, and probably every lipstick, and its matching gloss. 

She finished pretty quickly, after i added a secret personal touch and before I even got a look, Layla started on my hair. I dozed off and before I knew it I heard her say, 

" Take a look Cari." she handed me a mirror. I gasped. I couldn't believe the woman looking back at me in the mirror. She looked like the most beautiful version of myself. My makeup was neutral but flawless, clean but perfect. My hair was up in an intricate array of twists and braids with all of my dark blond hair gathered in a side bun. My bangs were curled lightly along with a few whisps of hair on both sides of my head.