"You're really pretty" Dylan says.
I look up at him. He seems surprised by his own words. I smile a little.
"What?" I say and keep looking at him a little confused, but also amused by his face expression.
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When shooting Teen Wolf is...
"I'm coming for your baby. You don't deserve her. You don't deserve Dylan. You selfish bitch. You think you have the perfect life? It's about to go to hell. That baby should be mine. You are disgusting. How can you live with yourself? Horrible. Horrendous. Holland. Holland! Holland!!!"
"HOLLAND!?"
A jolt of loud noise makes me jump and brings me back from daydreaming. Those horrible voices have been haunting me every day for the past four months. I look up at Paris Hilton holding up three different nail polishes.
"Are you done daydreaming now?!" She mocks me. "Which colour do you want?" She repeats.
I raise my eyebrows and shake my head, trying to get the bad feeling off.
"Uhm... they look all the same. You pick one." I answer and smile at her.
Paris rolls her eyes at me mockingly. "This is YOUR wedding. I can't choose for you." She puts the nail polishes on the table i'm sitting in front of and then sits down herself.
I look up at her, realising my smile faded a little. She's right. Rewind to all the wedding planning months ago I was overly excited about stuff like this.
I was getting ready for my wedding! To my dream man. My soulmate, my heart. I should be excited.
But... that message was a threat and it's still haunting me, even though nothing has happened. It's weird. It's been the most calm and drama free four months of my life. Yet, this ONE stupid message... that might just be a crazy fan, is messing with my head.
"What's wrong? Are you having regrets?" Paris asks, reaching out for my hand to hold it for support. I look up at her.
"Of course not. Never." I say and I meant it.
I haven't told anyone about the message. I told Dylan of course when I got it, he brushed it off and said it was a crazy fan. He has definitely forgotten about it long time. Why can't I?
"That one." I say and put on a smile, pointing at one of the bright faded pink colour.
"Alright." She says and opens it, reaches for my hand and starts painting them.
The other girls in the room where also getting ready in their beautiful bridesmaid dresses. I tried focusing on the good and managed to smile genuinely thinking about the wedding.
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Dylans POV
"You sure everything is fine? You don't need help?" I ask one more time, talking to my mom on the phone.
"Dylan it's fine. Claudia is fine." She laughs.
"Okay okay." I say and breathe out.
"We'll see you at the alter, we'll be sitting in the very front, honey. Love you!" My mom reassures me in the other end of my phone.
