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Grace
One year later
“Where’s her veil?” Emilia said.
“It was in that red box,” Ivy said. “Where’d you put it? I handed it to you this morning.”
“I put it in the trunk of the limo. Did we not get that stuff out of the limo?” Emilia asked.
“I’ll go check,” Ivy said. “But help her get into her dress. We’ve only got fifteen minutes.”
Like the calm in the middle of the storm, I stood looking at myself in the mirror. Ivy ran out of the room to go check the trunk of the limo and Emilia was unzipping the fabric lining that held my wedding dress. It had finally come. I was going to talk down the aisle towards the man I had fallen desperately in love with and take him as my husband.
Today, I would become Mrs. Hayden Lowell.
“All right. That what you’re wearing under your wedding dress?” Emilia asked.
“It is,” I said with a smile. “Do you like it?”
“I think the question is, will Hayden like it?”
I ran my hands over the silk slip that fell delicately against my body. I had on a pair of lacy underwear with stockings attached to little clips and a garter that had been slid up onto my left thigh. My hair was curled and piled high on my head, with smaller curls dangling down next to my ears and the sides of my neck. The makeup Ivy had put on me earlier was perfect. Not too much, but just enough to make him stare.
And the only jewelry besides my earrings would be my wedding rings.
“I think he’ll love it,” I said with a smile.
“Then let’s get you in this thing. Hold onto my shoulders.”
Emilia held the dress out for me as I stepped in with my heels. It was a champagne-colored dress with a beautiful strapless neckline. It clung to my bosom and dipped in at my waist. Then it flared out into this beautiful princess gown. There was a bow at the side of the dress, decorated with beautiful beading and pearls. It was simple, but elegant, with just a smidge of dreamy princess charm.
It was perfect, and I felt like the bride I’d always wanted to be.
“I found it,” Ivy said as she rushed down the hallway. “It wasn’t in the trunk. It was in my-”
She came around the corner and froze. Her lips parted as her eyes raked down my form and I gave her a little twirl. I held my arms out and came back around, my eyes connecting with hers.
And I saw them lined with tears.
“Don’t do that. You’ll make me do that,” I said.
“You have no idea how beautiful you look,” Ivy said.
“Is that the veil?” I asked.
“It is. You ready to put it on?”
“I am,” I said with a smile.
She dabbed at her tears and sniffled before taking the veil out of its box. She pinned it into the curls of my hair, then flipped it over to let it shroud my face. It fell just beyond my shoulders, covering the part of my body exposed by the dress.
I turned around and looked at myself in the mirror and I began tearing up myself.
“Don’t do that. It took me over an hour to get that makeup right,” Ivy said.
“Then you shouldn’t have started the trend,” Emilia said.
“Knock knock.”
