Cruel Sanctuary

Chapter 28

!TW! 

Having a best friend like Emma is one of my biggest successes. She is lovable and loyal but she also forces you out of your comfort zone to try new things. However, around about now? She is pissing me off, "Sky! It's your wedding rehearsal in three hours, let's get ready!" She whines as she sprawls out on my bed and I roll my eyes, cursing her under my breath as I turn around from the mirror where I am currently attempting to talk some confidence into myself. 

"Emma, just for one minute of my life, will you talk about something besides this fucking wedding?" I snap at her and her eyes widen, "Oh, uhh, yeah. Sure, that's fine. I-I guess we can talk about...about-" She stumbles over her words. I have never really lost it with Emma that quickly before, usually she can tell when enough is enough but I am having one of those days where everything is getting to me. It must be the nerves. 

Facepalming myself, I sigh, "I'm sorry, Em. I didn't mean to snap at you like that, let's just get started on my hair," I apologise, grabbing my hair products, brush and hair dryer before handing them to her. She jumps up and comes to stand behind me as I sit in front of the mirror, "I think we should just straighten your hair," Emma says as she flicks on the hair dryer, causing her to have to speak louder over it. 

Furrowing my eyebrows in confusion, I shout back to her, "But isn't that a bit casual?" but she shakes her head whilst brushing out my hair which is already beginning to dry. I was blessed with quick drying hair, "Your dress is already dressy enough, casual hair and shoes should dress it down a bit," Emma replies, justifying her outlook and I nod, "You're the fashion expert," I joke and we both giggle. 

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It didn't take Emma long to do my hair since it is stubbornly straight in it's natural form, "Right, makeup!" Emma squeals. Makeup has always been her favourite since she discovered what it is. At our regular sleepovers at her house when we were younger, we'd sneak into her parents' room and steal all of her mum's makeup. Then she'd insist on plastering a full face of what she called 'glamour' on me but really it just looked like a full face of 'clown' to me. 

"Please, don't do it heavy! I don't want to look like a circus act," I sigh and close my eyes tight in dread before opening them to see Emma with a smirk on her face, "Now, when have I ever made you look bad?" She teases and I raise my eyebrows at her whilst she primes my face. 

"Do you really want me to answer that?" I ask and she giggles, "Nope," She pops the 'p' and we both begin chatting away about all things random. 

In the end, I have ended up with a natural look compared to what I usually get from Emma, "So...do you like?" Emma asks in anticipation as I check my face out in the mirror from all different angles, "I love it, Em! Thank you!" I hug her and she squeezes me briefly, before pushing me away gently. 

"Let's not smudge your makeup," She chirps and then jumps up to go to my dressing table and I follow, "How do you feel about wearing these earrings?" She picks up some earrings that have three diamonds on top of each other like a little droplet and I grimace, "They dangle, what if they get ripped out?" I flinch at the thought, my stomach churning with my vivid imagination. 

Emma simply rolls her eyes and laughs at me, "Sky, they won't rip out! Don't be stupid, just be careful with what you do," She confirms and I shrug, "As long as you can promise that they wont get ripped out." I then take them from her and put them in, "Any other jewellery you think I should put on?" She shakes her head, "No, just make sure you have your engagement ring on," I flash her my hand with my gorgeous engagement ring on and she smiles. 

"Right, let's get you in your dress!" She rushes into my closet and brings out the one shouldered, floor length white dress on the hanger. I gulp, "What's wrong?" She asks, frowning in concern and I shake my head, "It's nothing, I'm just overthinking," I shake it off and she places the dress on my bed delicately and then she approaches me, pulling me into a hug.