Stardust

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"I can't believe this is happening. I can't believe I'm getting married."

Letting out a soft laugh, Layla came to stand right behind her best friend in front of the full-length mirror. Now with her wedding dress on, Y/N looked like the prettiest princess from a story book, and the thought made Layla smile as they locked eyes in the mirror. Even if Y/N hadn't repeatedly mentioned how nervous she was, her ragged breathing would already have given herself away.

"I thought you said you'd been ready for this day your whole life?" Layla chuckled, crossing her arms as she watched a beam grow on the bride's face.

"Well." Y/N sucked in a breath. "It was easier to imagine."

Layla nodded slightly and stepped forward to wrap her arms around the maid-of-honor's waist, chin resting on her shoulder as they exchanged nonchalant smiles.

"I'm so happy for you," said the green-eyed girl. "Knowing that I've been here with you guys from the start of it all makes me so emotional."

Her statement caused Y/N to chuckle.

"Well, you kind of hated me at the beginning."

"Oh yeah." Layla laughed, rolling her eyes. "Your hideous outfits got on my nerves, no offence."

"Aunt Y/N!"

The high-pitched voice got both girls to turn to the entrance when the little girl burst into the room and rushed towards the bride, hugging her tightly.

"Eleanor!" Y/N bent down to hold the child by the arms. "Hi, my love. Look at you in your tiny dress! Oh my god, you look like a little princess!"

"Thank you, aunt Y/N. You look like a princess too!"

"El, do not disturb your aunt!"

Y/N looked up to find her sister standing at the door. As Maisie marched forward to grab the little girl, Y/N pulled Eleanor close to her chest . "It's okay, Maisie. I'm almost done."

"Well, you should already be done right now."

"It's still pretty earl—"

"Fuck!"

"Layla!" Y/N stood up fast and turned to her best friend. "Don't say that in front of El!"

"But your skirt!"

Layla quickly grabbed Y/N by the shoulders and dragged her to the mirror so she could see the big problem for herself. Two red handprints stood out on the white fabric and could be seen from miles away let alone up close. Y/N tugged on the skirt of her dress in shock, for a second completely speechless and freaked out by the reflection in the mirror.

"Eleanor!" Maisie shouted, forcing her daughter to show both of her hands. "Oh god, were you just messing with those paint buckets in the lobby?!"

"No, no, sis, it's fine! Don't yell at her!"

"Fine?!" Layla cried out. "You've got red handprints on your ass! How the fuck is this fine?!"

"Who got what on her ass now?!"

"Jesus..." Y/N cursed under her breath when her mother burst into the room and slammed the door shut, and her facial expression was completely expected. Margaret's eyes grew wide the moment she spotted the handprints on the back of Y/N's dress in the mirror. From that look on the woman's face, everyone nearly thought she might even pass out.

"Maisie! On your sister's big day, really?!"

"I'm sorry, I —"

"Just because you didn't get a decent wedding, doesn't mean you can just let your daughter ruin Y/N's big day like this!"

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