TPS *(original version)*

Chapter Twenty Six

"Can you please stop crying?" Tatiana snapped, dabbing at my eyes again. "You've been at it for like fifteen minutes. I thought you were supposed to be happy."

"I am happy!" I wailed.

"Crying doesn't equal happy!" She retorted. Becca raised her eyebrows from across the room and Lorie giggled.

"It's happy crying," Spencer defended, hugging me.

"Well it's pissing me off." Tatiana grumbled. I couldn't help but laugh.

"Oh come on, it's not like I've ruined my makeup or anything." I reasoned, getting a hold of myself.

"That's because you haven't had your makeup done yet." She sat down in the chair next to me and a team of hairstyles were suddenly attacking her with curling wands and hair brushes. "Ow!" She yelled.

"Karma," one of the hair dressers sang, winking at me. I burst out laughing.

Tatiana shot me a rude hand gesture.

"Why are you so cranky today?" Leah asked, as a cloud of hairspray enveloped her head.

"Because Little Miss over here woke me up at five!" She groaned.

"We had to go to the gym." I reasoned. "I want to make sure I'm fitting in my dress."

"God, you lost too much weight, the dress won't even fit." Tatiana groaned.

"Can someone get her some coffee? That's why she's such a brat right now." I said, sticking my tongue out at her. "And if the dress is too loose that just means I'm going to binge on all the candy we have here." I grinned spectacularly at her.

She just rolled her eyes again and gratefully took her coffee from one of the hairstylists. She sucked up as much as she could and sighed in satisfaction. "Bitch mode turned off," she let everyone know.

We all laughed again. I studied my reflection in the mirror and watched as my long hair was curled and arranged around my face in beautiful, princess-like waves. I smiled at my stylist, who winked at me.

"Like it?" She asked me.

"Like it? I love it." I told her, wide eyed and smiling. They sprayed hairspray and bobby pinned my hair to perfection. The second they were done a makeup artist attacked my face. When I say attacked, I really do mean attacked. She tweezed, shaved, moisturized, cleansed, and scrubbed my face until my eyebrows were arched nicely, and there wasn't a stitch of dirt, or makeup or oil on it. Then, she put on foundation, powder, blush, bronzer, eye shadow, eye liner, highlighters, and lipstick. She curled my eyelashes and the put on mascara that made my eyelashes seem like they belonged to a high fashion model. And surprisingly, I still looked like Sofie. With the amount of makeup she'd put on me, I figured I'd look unrecognizable or fake, but I just looked enhanced.

"Thank you," I told her sincerely. She smiled at got to work on Tatiana. I watched at the rest of my bridesmaids were transformed into curly haired goddesses. They all got in their dresses and helped me into mine, which fit absolutely perfect, no snacking required. The photographer was there, snapping pictures the entire time. We posed for bridesmaids pictures out on the terrace of the chapel, and then we went back to our suite to put my veil in. Mrs. Laestrom was waiting for us in there, holding a big velvet box in her hands.

"Hi," she said, smiling with tears in her eyes. "Can I speak to you in private?" She asked me.

"Of course," I replied, moving into one of the private rooms. I closed the door behind us and looked at her.

"You just look beautiful," she whispered, dabbing her eyes.

"Thank you," I replied, keeping a hold of my emotions.