It Aint Pretty
I stared at myself in the mirror and took a turn, the dress flowing around me and twirling with me, until it fell against my leg. The light airy material felt nice against my legs and it gave the feeling of a playful atmosphere, but was still sophisticated and classy.
It was a light peach coloured dress with one shoulder and a black belt. It was a satiny fabric with a sheer overlay. It lay against my body in a nice, flattering way but was still quite classy for Bella's wedding.
"I love it!" I smiled at Bella and did another twirl, spinning and stopping suddenly, loving the way the dress twirled then stopped.
"It looks perfect! And you can have your hair down and it pretty curls. Jake won't be able to control himself. You know one day you could be searching for bridesmaids." Alice's airy voice was heard from beside me and I smiled at her and stepped off the pedestal.
Alice was Bella's maid of honor, or matron of honor if you thought Alice and Jasper were married, and of course it was only natural. Alice was Bella's best friend and shopping buddy, even though Bella would deny it.
"Maybe. One day." I smiled and looked at Bella, who was sitting on the couch with a small smile on her face.
"It'll happen. Jake loves you. He's crazy about you. He imprinted on you." I nodded and sat beside Bella, feeling a little tired from the day of shopping and Alice throwing dress after dress at Bella.
"Yeah." I drifted off into my thoughts as Bella and Alice talked, Alice warning Bella that there were more dresses to try on, and Bella trying to get out of it.
'One day Jake and I will get married.'
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I frowned, staring at myself in the mirror, my brown hair falling loosely on my shoulders and down my back. There was no smile on my face, there was no sign of anything but a blank face. My eyes were tired and there were black bags under my eyes, giving me the look of someone who hasn't slept well. I felt tired, I felt drained and I felt…unappealing.
"Bailey. Come back to bed." Jake's voice drifted from the bedroom. He was giving me an ultimatum. I could go back to the bedroom and back to Jake, or I could stand here, staring at myself.
I chose to ignore Jake and continue to stare at my reflection. Things were going to change. Things were going to be different. I looked down at the sink for a minute, watching and listening as there were a few drops of tears on the porcelain.
"Fuck." I bit my lip and forced a sob to stay in and tried not to let Jake know what was going on. I couldn't tell him. Not yet. Not until I was sure.
"Bailey…get yourself together." I looked back up at the mirror and felt my shoulders droop. I reached up and touched my hair, uncovering the spot on my head that I hoped my hair would cover. There it was, on my head. The spot that led me to realize my life would change.
My hair was falling out and I was sick.