Seeing is Believing

Chapter 1

HEY WATTPAD! this is my first chapter of my first book, so dont be mean >.< (if you do read then you can comment about improvements and grammar errors and stuff but dont be mean and evil otherwise i'll cry and you'll drown in tears :] ) anyway.. please take a look at this chapter and if you like it...  comment and stuff :P BYE!! + ENJOY!! ^_^

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Chapter 1

"Just hold still precious."  

My mother's beautiful voice spoke to me quietly. Even through a mouthful of hair pins her voice sounded perfect. I'd always had a strange obsession with my mother, with her beautiful light brown hair, perfect skin and her aqua blue eyes. No, i've never been jealous of her, I just thought she was beautiful compared to me with my black hair and plain blue eyes. I looked a lot like my father. Oh yeah, if you were wondering, my name is Kiara Dovedale and I'm sixteen. Everyone calls me Blue because of my blue eyes.  

"Just a couple more pins and-were done." My hair was tied into a tight bun with my curls pinned up high.  

"Great." I murmured sarcastically. My mother's sister (my aunt) Pearl was getting married to her fiancé, Jeff Zucker. I hated the man, and I wasn't afraid to tell it to his face. He was obnoxious, mean and acted like a six year old even though he was twenty seven. 

"Cheer up blue." mothers voice interrupted my thoughts. "I know you don't like him, but please at least try to be nice? He is going to be part of the family and you should always be nice to family." 

"Yes mother." I replied, trying to sound happy.

I peered out my dressing room curtains to try and catch a glimpse of my aunty's wedding dress. I hadn't gotten a chance to see it yet but my older sisters said it was amazing. I have two older sisters, Auguste and Cher. Auguste is seventeen and Cher is nineteen. I also have a younger sister who is named Marline. She is twelve years old and is one of my best friends. I could see her stealing a bit of icing off the wedding cake in the corner of my eye.  

"Blue! Come here for a sec."  

"Coming aunty!" I replied hesitantly. My aunt Pearl had been asking me to do things for her all week. I was getting extremely tired of it. I pulled back the curtain that hung over her dressing room door and gasped. Pearl was wearing a full length wedding dress with beautiful gold stitching on the sleeves and waist. It also appeared to be shimmering slightly and it showed off her figure perfectly. I usually wasn't the type of girl who liked fancy gowns and dresses but I had to admit this dress was beautiful.  

"Blue! Your here. Good. Which tiara should I wear over my veil? Gold or Silver?" 

"Um, gold?" 

"Okay. " Pearl lifted the delicate tiara onto her head. I envy Pearl. She has beautiful golden hair that flows down in curls, purplish blue eyes and a perfect body. But, amazing as she is, I still think my mother is more beautiful. My whole family is beautiful, all with light hair and amazing eyes, but my mother will always be the prettiest.  

"Blue? Can you go put your dress on now, the weddings going to begin shortly." I left the room slowly, dragging my feet on the floor. There was really no point in putting my dress on. I will still look plain compared to my beautiful family. Sometimes I wonder if I'm adopted, because I am the only black haired girl in the family. But then again my dad has black hair. Maybe I'm just the ugly one. My dress reached my ankles and was tied on the waist with a pale blue ribbon. The dress was strapless and it had tiny jewels placed throughout it. It was beautiful. I didn't understand how my family could afford this amazing dress or any of this wedding. My aunt said they got help from Jeff, but I'm sure he had no money. I pulled the ribbon around my waist tightly to try and show off my curves. I barely had any curves and often got teased at school for it. A lot of girls at my school thought they were perfect but in reality were very average. They put everyone down except for my sisters. I'm sure they don't tease my sisters because they're beautiful. I put on my uncomfortable high heels and looked in the mirror. Even with my hair done, and my amazing dress on, I still felt plain.