Chapter 41: Chapter 41
Chapter 41:
Tatiana’s P.O.V:
Ever since I was a child, I was in love with fairy tales. I loved how there seemed to be a Prince Charming for everyone who was not only kind and caring but also respected the Princesses for who they were.
My first disillusionment came when I was fifteen. The boy I had a huge crush on, the one who everyone wanted to be with but he’d chosen me out of the heard to be his prom date; I found him making out with my best friend in the janitors closet. My guy best friend.
My second disillusionment was with my second boyfriend, who I’d thought would be with me until we were grey and old, yes I was ready for the ‘till death do us part’ with him, ended up sleeping with one of the cheerleaders when his soccer team won the regional’s. That had been my final year of High school.
My third and most heartbreaking disillusionment came with Connor, my boyfriend of almost three years, when he turned violent and physically abused me. I would’ve still continued to love him, be with him, if it weren’t for my two best friends Grace and Ken, and Grace’s then boyfriend now fiancé, Daniel, who’d taken a hit for me when Connor had wanted to smash a beer bottle on to my head.
Today, as I sat in the Bride’s room, watching Grace getting ready for her big day, I can finally say that I’ve grown up. I no longer believe in fairy tales; at least I don’t believe they are meant for me. Grace on the other hand, is the complete opposite. And no matter how much I envied her for finding the perfect man, I was immensely happy that she’d found her happiness, found someone who’d do anything to put a smile on her face.
“Come on guys!” She whined from the vanity. “I need someone to tell me if the pearls suit me better or the diamonds?”
She held up two different neck pieces in her hands, one was a simple baby pink pearl string and the other one was a beautiful diamond necklace with several diamonds forming one single string. Both were gorgeous, but only one screamed Grace.
“The pearl necklace.” I told her. “It’s simple but it’s definitely all you.”
“Thanks, Ty. And it matches the hair clip perfectly!” Grace gave a relieved smile a she handed the necklace to her make-up artist. “Ken, stop texting my brother already, you’re here for my wedding!” Grace said, closing her eyes as the artist began applying some eye shadow.
Ken simply held up her middle finger while she typed away on her phone, a ridiculous smile on her face. I shook my head; who’d have thought that the girl who had a different man in her bed every night would be the first amongst us to get hitched, none the less, elope to Vegas! But that’s Kendra Millar for you. Too dramatic.
I applied another layer of the pretty peach nail polish that matched my bridesmaid gown and waited for it to dry completely as Ken finally put her cell phone down and stretched her arms above her head. Ken’s dress was in a similar peach colour, except that she’d chosen a short knee-length dress that was off shoulder and had a sweetheart neckline and she’d paired it with diamond drop earrings and a matching bracelet that had been a Christmas gift from Victor, Grace’s younger brother and Ken’s husband.
“What are you going to do with your hair?” I asked her as she looked around as if noticing us for the first time. It was a wonder that Ken wasn’t in some hidden corner of the church, banging her husband. Ever since they’d married, they’d pretty much become inseparable. But even though I missed my two best friends, I’m happy that both of them found the ones they were meant to be with.
“I don’t know honestly,” Ken said taking hold of a strand of her corkscrew blond curls and bringing it in front of her eyes for a closer inspection. She pulled them down like an elastic band but as soon as she let it go, the locks coiled back into its usual form. “I’ve never experimented with my hair before.”
“You want to straighten it?” Grace asked from her chair. “I think you’d look great with straight hair.”
“I guess I can try...do we have enough time?” She started searching for a clock.
“You would’ve if you weren’t texting Tory all this time!” Grace snapped. Obviously, she was starting to get snappy the closer we got to the wedding time.
“Relax, Grace.” I told her comfortingly as I got up from my spot on the sofa and headed towards the hair products that the hair dresser had laid out for us. “I’ll take care of her hair, you just sit back and let the professionals do their thing.”
Relieved, Grace sat back in her chair and let the make-up artist continue doing her work. Grace’s hair was in a neat bun on top of her head with one single jewel hair pin at the centre; my Christmas gift. The veil was to go over the bun with a jewel comb securing it n place. My hair was almost similar to Grace, except that the stylist had let down a few tendrils of hair and curled them around my face.
I made my way to Ken and after spraying a handful of heat proof spray on her hair, began taming the mane that she so lovingly cherished. To be honest, we all loved Ken’s blond curls. It was unique in the fact that very few people with natural blonde hair had curls like hers and Ken’s were a hundred percent natural no matter what people thought.
Grace’s mother entered the room at that instant, a small woman with shoulder length blonde hair and dark blue eyes who wore a lovely sea blue dress that hugged her petite form perfectly. She covered her mouth with her hands as soon as she set her eyes on Grace.
“Oh, my baby girl!” She sighed. “You look absolutely breathtaking.”
“Thanks, mom.” Grace held out her hand to her mother and she walked over to her side to admire her daughter thoroughly.
“You see how she ignores me?” Ken grunted under her breath so only I could hear.
“She’s not ignoring you, Ken. It’s her daughter’s wedding! She’s overwhelmed with emotions right now!” I tried to explain.
“And how many daughters have you married off?” Ken tilted her head back to raise her eyebrows at me.
“Good point.” I straightened her head back to its original position. “She hates you.”
“Now that, I did not say.” She grumbled, but stayed put as I tamed each and every curl to submission.
By the time I’d straightened all of her hair, Grace was just coming out of the bathroom, her wedding gown on and she looked like the most stunning bride on the planet.
“Damn! Why did I have to get married in jeans?” Ken grumbled yet again, this time loud enough to reach Mrs. Summers.
“Why indeed?” She glared at Ken from the corner of her eyes before rushing up to Grace.
Ken and I both gave each other a look. Her comment had nothing to do about Ken wearing jeans on her wedding and everything to do with her marrying Victor. It was no secret that the Summers’ were a highly conservative Christian family, and for both the children to have broken out of the ideals that their parents followed, it must’ve been a shock to both parents. However, Mr. Summers was dealing with it surprisingly better than Mrs. Summers. In fact, he quite liked Kendra. And that again, didn’t quite help Ken’s relationship with her mother-in-law. Oh, the drama!
Grace was now dressed in her gorgeous white dress that hugged her figure perfectly and showed off her lovely curves and then flared out into a short train from the knees down. It was simple lace dress with long sleeves and a sweetheart neckline but on Grace, it looked stunning. She was also wearing the light pink pearl necklace paired with matching tops and it also matched the bouquet of pink roses she’ll be carrying with her. Her make-up was done in similar peach-pink tones and it really brought out her features and her skin tone. On Grace, even simple looked stunning.
“You look gorgeous!” Ken told Grace as she gave us a twirl and turned to us for a review.
“Yup. You definitely do.” I seconded.
“Thank you, guys.” Grace looked at us with teary eyes. “I can’t begin to tell you what I’m feeling right now.”
“We understand, Grace.” I told her reassuringly as the make-up artist rushed over to wipe at Grace’s eyes. “It’s your big day! You’re allowed to feel whatever you want to feel.”
“Thank you.” She whispered as I put down the straightening iron and we all met at the centre of the room for a group hug.
“Girls,” Mrs. Summers told us. “It’s almost time.”
“Yes.” Grace took the bouquet in her hands and the make-up artist finally set in her veil and the tiara shaped comb to hold it in place, a tiara that her belonged to her mother and our bride was ready to claim her groom.