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“What are you looking at me for?” he sneered. “Buy your own damn dinner.”
“Do you hear this, Mia?” Dahlia huffed. “His own sister comes into town for the first time in years and he doesn’t have the decency to take us to dinner? Come on. Leave this terrible brother of mine. You are much too good for him.”
“This we know.” Mia grinned but then placed a kiss on his cheek. “But I love him anyway.”
I raised an eyebrow, smirking as Alessandro’s cheeks burned a bright red and he coughed to hide his embarrassment.
“I’ll buy, Dahlia,” I told the group, giving my soon-to-be wife a huge grin. “It’s the least I can do considering I am the groom.”
Natalia beamed at my words.
*Natalia*
Everyone wants a perfect wedding.
I smiled at the bride in the mirror. The clock ticked away slowly as I waited calmly and patiently on this, my wedding day. As calm as I looked, there was an uncertainty inside of me, and not about the wedding or Tallon or even me.
I wasn’t sure what I was feeling, whether I was nervous, anxious, excited, or happy. I didn’t have a single clue and maybe that was the exciting part—not knowing. All I knew for sure was that I was getting married today, to the love of my life.
The bedroom was empty except for me, and after a fresh shower, I sat with my wet hair wrapped in the bath towel, my body only covered by the fluffy pink robe Dahlia had insisted I needed.
My mirror image stared back at me, both of us tilting our heads as we waited. The time ticked down painfully slowly as I spied in the mirror my dress, which lay sprawled out behind me on the bed to keep it from getting wrinkled on the big day.
I probably would’ve been lost in my thoughts for some time if it hadn’t been for the slamming of the bedroom door as it hit the wall and the grinning future sister-in-law who stood there, holding a tote bag full of supplies and dark sunglasses covering her eyes.
“Time to get hitched, bitches,” Dahlia said confidently.
Peeking out from behind her was Olivia, who gave me a helpless apologetic look, and Mia, who was nearly bouncing up and down from excitement.
“I thought I was the only one getting hitched today?” I asked, amused as they poured into the room, a whole plethora of bags coming with them that they tossed onto the bed and floor.
“Share the love, Nat,” Dahlia smirked. “Let me live vicariously through you. There isn’t any man strong enough to put up with me, so the very least you can do is let me help doll you up for your big day, right?”
Dahlia, as I was learning, was a very intense and straightforward person. But she was also one of the friendliest people I’d ever met. Despite only meeting me this week, she had quickly been the first to reach out and treat me like we had known each other for years.
It was amazing but also a little overwhelming.
“I’m sure there’s someone who will love every part of you,” I told her with a smile, “even if it’s not quite who you expected.”
“Girl,” Dahlia pulled down her sunglasses, staring at me with wide eyes. “That’s some wise-ass shit. Does getting married make you sound like a fortune cookie for everybody or is that just you? Olive, give me good advice!”
She turned to Olivia, who giggled to herself while shaking her head.
“Good advice—let’s see. If you really want to find someone, then I’d start by not leaving your panties all over your bedroom floor,” Olivia smirked, crossing her arms.
Dahlia gasped, placing a hand over her heart mockingly. “How dare you out me like that? And here I thought we were best friends?”
“We are,” Olivia nodded solemnly. “But good friends know when to tell you the truth, and best friends know when to call you out on your shit.”
There was a small pause of silence as we all stared at Olivia and then Dahlia sighed.
“Damn, marriage does run on fortune cookies.”
We all laughed.
“Alright, alright,” Mia luckily stepped in to cut through the nonsense, with hands on her hips and a stern look. “We’ve got a bride to dolly up, so let’s get to it, girls.”
I grinned, feeling lighter than air as they surrounded me. They pulled everything out of their bags as we readied everything and soon enough, I felt like one of the many dolls I’d had as a kid.
It was a bit embarrassing at first, sitting in front of the vanity in only my underwear and a robe as the three girls threw various objects at me. I smiled as I thought of the fancy strapless bra and panty set Mia had helped me pick out. I couldn’t wait for Tallon to see it later tonight.
Dahlia got started on my makeup while Olivia turned her attention to my hair. My dress was luckily one I could slip straight into, so I didn’t need to worry about it messing up my hair or makeup once I put it on.
But unfortunately for me, as soon as things began to get started, Alina popped her head in with a guilty look on her face.
“Um, would now be a good time to deliver some bad news?” she asked nervously.
“Yes,” Dahlia said with a glare at her.
But Alina didn’t back down. She just sent me an apologetic look as she quietly said, “The photographer isn’t coming. He was in a car accident and is in the hospital. His wife called to let us know.”
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” Mia said, blinking rapidly with her mouth wide open. “That has to be a joke.”
“Unfortunately, it isn’t,” Alina bit her bottom lip, all four of the women turning to me with wide, hesitant glances.
I just smiled, my hands tucked on my lap as I told her, “That’s fine. Call her back and offer to pay for his treatment. It’s the least we can do.”
“Uh, right.” Alina sent me a weird look but nodded as she ducked back out.
“Natalia?” Olivia frowned, sending me a concerned glance.
But I just smiled, picking up the lipstick tube Dahlia had been about to put on me. “We should finish up. There’s only two hours left.” I said calmly.
The girls exchanged looks and shrugged, going back to work. But unfortunately, that wasn’t the last of the bad news.
As the girls did my hair and makeup, Alina kept ducking in with more to tell us.
“Apparently, some of the guests caught a cold and can’t attend, so we’re missing about ten or so people from the guest list.” And later, it was, “Uh… one of your cousins, Dahlia, got drunk and knocked over one of the flower pillars. The florist is pissed and is threatening to leave.”
We thought that was it until she came back later. “The cook just got fired for using contaminated meat.” This was then followed two minutes later by a hesitant, “Your mom is now cooking the reception food, which will be two to three hours late now.”
While Olivia, Mia, and Dahlia’s faces continued to grow darker, their eyes tinted with shadows as they did their best to distract me, I was fine.
Nothing could ruin this day.
By the time I was finished, the girls looked ready to quit, and I stood there in my beautiful gown, admiring myself in the mirror.
“You did a wonderful job. Thank you so much,” I gushed to them, simply beaming with happiness.
“I’m glad you’re happy but—” Olivia shared a look with Dahlia, who huffed in annoyance.
“Maybe you should postpone the wedding after all,” Mia suggested timidly. “There’s no photographer, the florist just quit, the cook was fired and we’re missing a good chunk of people because they’re sick. It’s like everything that could go wrong, has!”
And it was at that moment when Alina popped her head in again, mouth open for another dose of bad news, but Dahlia just raised her finger at her with a fierce glare.
