Chapter Five: You Send Me

Just like the slumber party before, getting ready for my wedding day wasn’t as bad as I had thought. A lot of it was sure as hell uncomfortable, but mostly it was very nice. Alice and Rose chatted animatedly about the day ahead, and kept telling me how wonderful I looked.

They started out with makeup and hairdo, and I couldn’t look while it was going on. Everyone was so keen on surprises with me. Of course, the end result was astonishingly beautiful. Alice had chosen a low ponytail leaving a little pouf on top for fullness. My hair lightly curled in the back, and the shorter bangs of my hair lay loose in the front of my face looking really delicate and lovely.

Rose had done a bang-up job on my makeup. Even though we were both on good terms lately, I still half believed she might’ve made me look like a clown on purpose. Instead my lips were done simply with some shiny gloss tinted light pink, because she had wanted my eyes to be the focus today. She went heavy on the shadow, eyeliner, and mascara, never too much, but just enough to give that smoky intent.

Alice giggled excitedly at my look of shock. “Jeez guys. I mean really, I look really nice. Thanks.” I tried not to choke up as the love suddenly overtook my senses again.

I heard Rosalie sigh in exasperation from the back of the room. I thought I saw a smile hiding behind her eyes as she said “Of course you’d want to cry and ruin your makeup, thank God I thought to use waterproof.”

Alice hugged me tightly to her starting to spin me in circles. “Dress time,” she almost screamed.

I was very eager for this moment in truth. The dress that she had picked out was without a doubt the most amazing thing I’d ever seen. The bottom part was not what you would call poufy, but full. The satin fabric was bunched up in places all around, and was held in place at the hip by a bow with pearl broche in the middle.

The top had a sort of cross-over sweetheart neckline. The fabric was bunched all the way down to the skirt of the dress, and hugged tightly to my smaller frame. Over the dress, so not to overexpose myself, was a beautiful lace short jacket. It was almost like a shrug… a bolero I think Alice said. It was very intricately detailed, and met in the middle of my chest.