Darling

Chapter 21 - You may kiss

“Ali, this is ridiculous.” I shook my head, and turned my gaze from the mirror. I look awful. My eyes began to tear up. “Sweetie, you are beautiful.” Ali held my face in her palms. I shook my head, she looked sympathetic at me. “You are.”

She let go of my face, and pinned another curl into place upon my head. This isn’t what I wanted. Looking at the mirror, I tried to hold the tears in. I can’t cry on my wedding day.

The dress was still loose no matter how much we take off. My cheeks were dented and my eyes hollow in their sockets. No amount of makeup with make me pretty. “I look a state. Let’s just cancel. Who wants to see the sick girl walk down the aisle.” I pulled the veil from the back of my head and stormed across the room.

“Everyone’s thinking poor little Baby, dying. Or even poor little Carlisle who will be left on his own. The only thing women think of is digging their claws into me. I don’t know how I feel about everyone staring at him, and making plans to move in on him once I die. That’s disgusting.” I threw my broach bouquet onto the bed and sighed. This isn’t it. This isn’t what this day was supposed to look like.

I’ve been dreaming of my wedding day since I was a child. In love with Cinderella, snow white and sleeping beauty, I wanted the big white wedding. Now look at me. I am a fading ghost, fading away in front of everyone.

Colby came over to me, “Baby, you are beautiful. We haven’t finished with your make up. We still have an hour. We’ll take the dress off, the seamstress is downstairs she will take the waist in and we will finish with the makeup.” I might as well give this a chance. Nodding solemnly, I let them get me out of the beautiful dress.

The next forty minutes was spent by me sitting on the padded chair being pampered. I didn't open my eyes unless instructed, I was scared for what I will see. I didn't want to get my hopes up with the possibility of looking pretty when I’m not.

“Baby, let’s put your dress on. Don’t look in the mirror!” Nodding, I got out of the chair without opening my eyelids and turned from the large mirror. The seamstress helped my into my dress and it definitely hugged my tighter. How did she do it so fast?

“You look beautiful.” Ali said with a smile on her face. A small tear slipped down her cheek. “Don’t cry!” She wiped her eyes frantically trying not to rub away the gold and black eye makeup.

“Turn around baby.” Turning, I didn't see me. I didn't see the haunted ghost girl with fallen cheeks and sunken eyes, I saw someone beautiful. With pink cheeks that showed of her high cheek bones, the sunken eyes were hard to see and the black eye makeup defined my eyes making the brown stand out. My eyebrows were traced with eyebrow pencil, and were waxed to perfection.  

My hair was curled and pinned all around my head, pulling towards the back and a couple of curls fell down at the front. Diamond earrings dangled from my ears delicately. My birthday present from Carlisle, the overpriced flowers.

The dress was beautiful. It was long sleeved, netted so it was see through but there was white lace flowers imbedded in the netting creating the illusion that flowers were going up my arms. The netting and lace followed the pattern onto my chest as the dress formed a low-v. It moulded around my frame and made me feel like an elegant princess.

The flowers went onto my back and all stopped at the waist above the hips. A long chiffon, silk style skirt fell from my hips to the floor. The lace flowers blended over the top but stopped. I knew from the moment I saw it I would love it.