Until we meet again (A war romance) (#Wattys2015)

Diana

The sun streamed in through the windows, the sunbeams dancing onto my face. My eyes flickered open, and the first thing I saw was my wedding dress hanging up in my wardrobe. It was my wedding day.

Mum had chosen the dress herself, because apparently, I would have picked out one that was distasteful! I had laughed at that.

I sighed happily. Would everything feel different once a ring was on my finger and I had my husband’s arms around me? It felt strange to be calling Matthew my husband; he wasn’t just my partner- he was my best friend, and I loved him. We’d written our own vows, and I was reciting them in my head. I was nervous, God I was nervous! What if I said them wrong, what if I realised I didn’t want to be married yet, what if Matthew didn’t love me? I shook my head, and the thoughts faded away. Last minute worries I murmured reassuringly, that’s all.

Just then, the door was open, and Mum was laughing from behind me,

“Good morning!” She chirped, he voice filled with excitement,

“Muuuuum!” I moaned, and buried my head under the blankets, “The wedding’s not for another six hours!”

Mum sighed irritably, and pulled the blankets back, leaving me shivering on the bed, “Mum!” I pleaded, but she merely shook her head, “A bride has to look her best!”

I stared at her blankly and yawned. “Huh?”

“I’m going to make you look beautiful!”

I looked at my greasy blonde hair that was knotted and rolling over my shoulders and trapping my ears. I felt my tired eyes, I chewed at my chapped lips and laughed tiredly, “Good luck,” I mumbled.

Mum dragged me out of bed, and took me downstairs. I ate my breakfast, everything feeling numb with tiredness, “I bet Matthew’s still in bed,” I mumbled, and Mum laughed, “I’m sure Suzie is just as eager as I am!” I rolled my eyes, and finished my breakfast. Mum then took me upstairs to my bedroom. She took the beautiful, white dress from its hanger, and I stepped into it. Mum pulled it up, up past my shoulders, the silky material brushing softly against my skin. I slipped my arms into the straps, and Mum did it up at the back.

“Well,” Mum beamed, “Give us a twirl!”

I turned slowly, the dress trailing behind me, swirling gracefully. I smiled, “It’s beautiful.”

“Don’t look in the mirror yet!” Mum cried frantically, as I turned to see myself. I closed my eyes tight, “Alright; alright!” I laughed, and Mum led me into her room.

She pulled her brush through my knotted hair sharply, making my hair jerk back painfully. I winced, “I’d better look bloody beautiful after this,” I muttered under my breath.

Mum wrapped my hair around her finger, and pinned it back with a clip. She then repeated this, until my hair was a mass of delicate curls pinned behind my ears. “Could you do this for me every day?” I breathed, and Mum sighed, “I’m not getting up this early every morning!”

She then bought out a small basket from under her bed. When I looked inside, I saw it was filled with dried flowers from our garden.

“Pick a few,” She said, and put the basket in front of me. I dipped my hand in. There were so many beautiful flowers to choose from! After rifling through them for a few minutes, I chose a beautiful powder blue bunch of forget-me-knots, and a few pink daisies. Mum took them, and weaved them into the curls in my hair carefully.

“Make up next!” Mum exclaimed happily, and now I was excited. Mum had always said I was too old to wear make-up, but now, my time had finally come! Mum applied dark, blood-red lipstick, and pale blue eye-shadow.

“Now, are you ready to see?” Mum asked excitedly, and I giggled, “Go on then!”

Mum held out a mirror in front of me, and I gasped. My hair looked like something out of a fairy tale, and my make-up had transformed my face. I looked so much prettier, I hadn’t even realised I could look like that! “Wow!” I breathed, “Thank you, Mum!”

“You’re very welcome,” Mum beamed, then her face became sad, “I have something to give you, wait here.” She instructed, and left the room. She returned a few moments later carrying a box. The opened the lid, which sent a small cloud of dust into the air. I coughed, and peered at the box. Inside, lay a pair of beautiful shoes. They had a small bow on each toe, and had a small heel.

“I wore these at my wedding to your father,” Mum smiled, tears welling up in her eyes. I stared at her wide-eyed.

“I want you to have them,” She said, and a single tear ran down her face, “Oh my baby, you’re all grown up!” and she hugged me, making me feel warm and safe.

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Author's note:

Hi everyone, sorry to prolong the wedding for another chapter, but I thought it would make you want to read on! I would really appreciate 400 views, that would be awesome!

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