Princess of Hearts

Chapter 3: Hopeless Romantic

"Good morning, sunshine!" a loud voice resonated through the room, waking me all of a sudden. Startled, I literally fall out of my bed and my body hits the floor with a thud.

I look around and see the clock stating it's 6 A.M, our room softly lit as the sun was still rising. All of the unfinished drawings, bottles of paint, colored pencils and papers were scattered on the floor. The door was open, and standing there was Evie. She has her hands on her hips and eyebrows arched in a dramatic way, but I can see that she's having fun with the situation.

I get off the floor, walking towards her while avoiding the papers.

"What in the name of fairy godmother are you doing here so early?" I open my arms to give her a hug, even if I'm a little annoyed in being thrown out of my bed.

"Unless you want to be the first maid of honor ever to wear sweatpants, we have a lot of work to do! You are the only one I haven't made any progress yet."

"I wouldn't mind if it gets me more hours of sleep." I joke, but she is staring at me very seriously now, her lips twisted. "Ok, ok! We can do the fittings after class. No, wait! I have cheerleading practice. We can do it after."

"Not after." She takes a measuring tape out of her pocket. "Now."

"Oh, come on Evie." I sit on my bed, exhausted already. Evie doesn't say anything, just gestures with her hands for me to stand up. I roll my eyes and do as she said, standing in the middle of the dormroom, my arms up and legs separated.

Turning my head, I see Uma in her bed still wrapped in the blankets, looking at us with curiosity and her distinctive smile.

"Oh, good morning roomie. We have company, you see." I quipped. Evie started working, taking measures of my arms and writing them on a notepad she brought.

"Hi, Evie." Uma greets without leaving her spot. Her hair was messy, braids everywhere and smudged eyeliner. "Wow. Slept like a rock. I didn't even know a bed could be this comfortable."

"When we first got here I loved going to classes and see everything. But I admit it was hard to leave the bed. Mine at the Isle wasn't good either." Evie stated, looking down to read the numbers on the tape, a tiny smile on her face while she did the work.

She measured my waist, hips, bust and height, writing everything down; meanwhile, she talked about the wedding planning, about her business in fashion and about Doug. Yeah, Evie is a perfectionist, so she takes her time even in doing the simplest of things.

"For our dresses I still haven't decided the perfect one yet. I was thinking in a dark blue and purple, and, oh! With tulle with little sparkles?"

"It'll go beautifully with the floral arrangements and the bouquets. Mal decided for roses and daisies colored in purple, blue and yellow." I assure. "Maybe we can go with a back neckline a little lower?"

"Perfect." Evie smiled and did the "chef's kiss", which probably meant she liked the idea. "I'll do some sketches before and will send them to you later. Uma, it's your turn."

It was Uma's turn to almost fall out of her bed in surprise. She was silent the entire time, just observing our interactions.

"What?"

Evie did a dramatic turn, clasping her hands together. "As much as I love your style, you don't think I'm letting you go to a royal wedding, the royal wedding, in boots and a pirate hat? Come, we have work to do."

"If you turn me into a pink marshmallow, I'll make you walk the plate." Uma threatened, but the grin gave her away and I knew she wasn't serious. Or at least entirely serious.