137- wedding bells

ELENA WOLFE

My heart thumped wildly as I stood before the full-length mirror of my room, staring blankly at my wide-eyed reflection in the glass.

There had to have been about a hundred handmaidens in my room, busting themselves with the round poof of my dress and the laced black and red trail that extended all the way to the door.

“Hurry Emilia! The guests are arriving!” One of the squeamish maids hissed, throwing down the long white curtains after she had gone to take a peek at what was happening outside.

Emily’s soft hands flew across my face and hair, molding the dark tresses into exquisite curls, embedded with pearls and crystals that sparkled under the yellow light of the room.

I eyed the silk and lace materials scattered around the floor and the maids who were dressed nicely in their flowery ball gowns, with their powdered faces gleaming under the light.

Music had already begun to drift through the castle and the chatter of guests just outside made me squirm uneasily before the