❝𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒂 𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒔 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆 𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒔 𝒒𝒖𝒐?❞
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Rachelle Anderson moved to Massachusetts for two reasons: to pursue her dream of being a cellist and to pursue her childhood friend, Leon Taylor.
Rachelle and Leon had been fri...
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"Rachelle, I'm feeling really nervous." Clara clasped her hands together and rubbed her thumbs together nervously.
"Clarabug, you're going to be alright." I chuckled softly. Walking towards her, I sat on the chair placed by her dressing table.
Clara looked absolutely gorgeous. The charmeuse white dress had a wide neckline that revealed her delicate collarbone and lovely laces on her sleeves ran along her arms like white-ink tattoos, fitting perfectly against her skin. The dress also had a flattering silhouette, tightening to accentuate her small waist before the skirt flares out elegantly down to her ankles.
Despite Clara's exuberance, her choice of wedding dress was simple and reserved. Yet, it fitted her so perfectly as though her dress was a blank canvas, allowing her personality to illustrate itself through it. Her hair was gathered into a soft chignon with blonde tendrils framing her almond-shaped face. A sheer white veil that was attached onto the beautiful hair accessory flowed along the length of her back and down to the ground, gathering into a soft heap.
"I can't believe I'm getting married," Clara breathed. "Sometimes, I wondered where did all the time go? In a blink of an eye, so many years had passed and here I am moving on to the next phase of my life."
I let her words sink into me, reflecting on it myself. Today, I looked at my best friend in her best dress and giving her hand to the best man of her life. But I also pondered about myself, unsure when will it be my turn.
Leon and I had spent way too much time away from each other and we probably had a lot to catch up on with each other's life first. Placing my hand on top of Clara's hand, I smiled warmly, "Just go with the flow. At least Max is going to be there with you as you weather through the difficult storms in life."
"You're right," she laughed but tears began to well up in her eyes. "And if anything fails, I have you too."
"You're absolutely right," I beamed. "Alright, easy there, bride-to-be. Don't want you to mess your pretty face up before the wedding even starts."
Then, my phone buzzed, and I checked to see Leon's name appearing on my notification window.
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L: Sweetheart, can I borrow you for a moment?
L: I'm reaching in a minute or two. Meet me at the reception?
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I looked up to face Clara and saw her nodding excitedly at me. I quickly left the dressing room and went towards the carpark. Seeing that Leon just parked his car and was making his way towards the reception, my feet lifted into a small sprint towards him. His arms stretched out and caught me firmly before he buried his nose into the crook of my neck and inhaled deeply. "God, I missed you so much."
