Chapter 494: Wedding Bells

I shuffled nervously at the bottom of the stairs, pulling at the spaghetti strap on my right shoulder as it slipped down over my bare arm. The flowers clutched in my hands looked pretty on the surface, but the bundled stems had long begun to brown from the fidgeting and sweat of my anxious hands.

Meira looked over her shoulder and winked at me, her matching dress perfect on her figure. My sister had a figure. Growing up way too fast for my liking.

"Stop," she whispered. "You'll wrinkle."

Sunny had to pick pink silk, didn't she? Bad enough it skimmed my body so close wearing underwear was a questionable activity, the sticky bra thingies she forced me to slap on driving me nuts. The shoes were another story altogether, so high they rivaled anything Pagomaris, my demon grandmother's aide, forced me to wear on Demonicon. Sure, they made my butt look good, but the balls of my feet were killing me.

And pink? Pink?

Oh. My. Swearword.

Don't get me wrong, I was honored she and Uncle Frank