Love you more

The Wedding

Faye:

Today is our wedding. To say that I'm nervous would be an understatement. At the moment, I'm stood in front of a huge mirror whilst Claire is busy with styling my hair and calming my nerves at the same time. Yet I still am doubtful of myself. Not doubtful of Giovanni but solely of me. What if I don't look beautiful? Or if Giovanni doesn't want to marry me?! I wouldn't blame him-

"Faye!" Claire interrupts me. Oh crap, I said these thoughts out loud instead of just thinking them. Damn. "Stop doubting Giovanni's love for you. Heck if he could, he'd marry you every day. This guy loves you with every inch of his soul."

"So do I, I really love him but- but do I really look beautiful?" I question, staring at my reflection in the mirror. My hair is styled with extensions, styled into soft curls and literally decorated with glitter. It's a bit weird to see them like that when being used to a different hairstyle - but well, that wasn't a problem previously too and it makes me think about maybe changing my hairstyle again, judging by how lovely it looks. I turn around to my bridesmaids, their smiles being self-explanatory. 

"Stop doubting yourself, you look perfect!" Claire replies, seeming slightly emotional herself. "Okay, now to the mascara. I specifically bought waterproof mascara because I know you'll cry as soon as the wedding starts. And by the way, so will I." she grins, telling me to sit down so she could do the mascara properly. 

As she does my mascara, I have to stop myself from shaking. I mean... I'm getting married today. To Giovanni. The man I dreamt of marrying ever since we first met. I still recall our first meeting - back then when we performed at Strictly - and how shy yet flirty we'd been around each other. And how we met again just roughly a year later, how we were made dance partners and fell in love - and now our journey has lead us here. To getting married. 

The nervousness makes me go crazy however. If I'd been nervous at Strictly, then this nervousness is even worse. But in a good way. I'm so excited that I could cry - who am I kidding, I already cried. I've not been this happy in so long and being so happy is an amazing feeling. I missed it.

"I know I shouldn't say it but I saw Giovanni in his suit and he looks fantastic." Ashley teases. "But that's all I can say. You'll see it yourself."

"Stop it, I'm so excited that I fear I will fall over." I laugh nervously, implying how I almost fell down the stairs because of being so excited and almost tripping in the long wedding dress. "Do I really look okay? Be honest please, do I look good enough?"

"I see, a talk with your bridesmaids is needed." Lisa says, taking a chair so she could sit down in front of me. "You look absolutely stunning and we're not just saying that because being your bridesmaids - you really look beautiful. And Giovanni should be so honored to marry someone like you - I mean, not that he doesn't look handsome either but you know, we all were a bit suspicious about him because he seemed flirty at first and- sorry, I didn't intended to take the conversation that way." she replies, exhaling. "What I was going to say is that you look fantastic and you should really stop doubting yourself, although I can understand that you're nervous."

"Girls, you really are so adorable. Thanks for your words, they're definitely needed." I say, exhaling deeply. "Giovanni seems nervous too but yet again so calm about the wedding, oh my, I said wedding, I'm getting married, I'm so excited-"

"Careful, before you trip in your high heels." Ashley laughs. As I now stand on my feet, styled and in my wedding dress, I take another glance at myself in the mirror. "Hey, you look amazing. Really. Come on now." she adds, taking me into her arms tightly while the others put their arms around us too. 

"Let's go." I say, half-laughing. "Wait, what about the cake? We forgot it, didn't we? I knew there was something and-"

"Faye." Claire interrupts me. "Calm down, we didn't forgot anything and the cake already is at the location. Here." she says, passing me a drink. "I mean, I obviously don't want you to get drunk at your own wedding but well, you need it."