Chapter 1: Prologue
"Hazel...Hazel. Wake up Hazel" I heard my best friend say, "HAZEL! Your wedding is in 6 hours, WAKE UP!"
My eyes shot open. Suddenly it all came to me. Today was my big day. Today I was going to get married. I only had 6 hours. SIX HOURS! I needed more time, a lot more time.
"HOLY CRAP! LULU, you should've woken me up at 6! I DONT HAVE TIME TO GET READY!"
"I tried to wake you up, but you sleep like a rock, man. I've been yelling at you for the past 2 hours and a half." She told me matter-of-factly, "Oh, and by the way, your breakfast is stone-cold."
I stretched, feeling every bone inside me crack. I yawned widely, and scratched my head.
"Whoa, girl, morning breath don't smell like April flowers."
"Oh, shut up, it's not like I can brush my teeth in my sleep."
I slowly stood up and walked to the kitchen. I poked my cold breakfast and walked back to the room. I got my bag and I took out my tooth brush and walked towards the bathroom. 'Morning breath don't smell like April flowers' I muttered on my way in. After brushing my teeth and washing my face, making sure I was clean enough to put on 10 pounds of makeup, I walked out of the bathroom.
"LULU! Exactly what are you doing?" I asked, shocked. There was my best friend, my maid of honor, trying on my wedding dress.
"What? I plan on getting married too. I just wanted to see what I would look like in a white dress."
I sighed deeply. I was trying really, really hard not to scream or hit something.
"I need coffee. Lulu, would you mind getting me some?"
"Sure. How do you want it?"
"Extra sugar. It helps me relax. Besides, this stress isn't good for the baby."
"Neither is coffee."
"Fine, I'll have tea. Just get me something to drink. I'll get some food myself."
"No, I'll get you a nice, warm breakfast too, don't worry."
She waved her wand, and I had a bed tray with bacon, eggs, ham, sausages, pancakes, hash browns, orange juice, and the tea. I ate my breakfast as fast as I could. I drank only my orange juice, but, Lulu made me drink the chamomile tea. Man, it tasted awful.
Three Hours Later
"Wow Lulu, your hair looks great!" I told her as I added the last little lilac flower to her French braided hair. The flowers looked great on her beautiful hair. It was brown with bright red streaks. Gorgeous, and was pin-straight. Lucky girl. How I envied her locks.
"Your hair ain't falling behind, Hazy." She told me while pulling back a few strands of wavy chestnut hair. She added a few white flowers to my hair to match my dress. My simple, white A-line wedding dress was hanging from the ceiling. I walked over and removed it. I put on the beautiful strapless dress, and faced the full-body mirror on the closet door. My golden eyes looked at the image before me. I looked perfect. It was my dream come true, my fairytale wedding.
Lulu's head popped up behind my shoulder, startling me. She looked gorgeous in her simple, lilac dress. As I looked at my friend in awe, we heard a knock. I walked over to open the door, and there were my 2 bridesmaids. Both had their hair done, but were still wearing their pajamas. With two dresses to help put on, 4 pairs of shoes to find, and 4 faces to put make up on, the next 3 hours were going to be hell.
Once the bridesmaids had their light yellow dresses on, it was time to find the shoes. I don't know why that was our main priority at the time, the wedding was at the beach. We didn't really need shoes 'till the reception.
After half an hour wasted looking for our shoes in Lulu's knee-deep piles of shoes, we started with the bridesmaid's makeup. Light yellow eye shadow, light peach blush, and very light pink lip gloss for each. I thought it looked great. Ginny's fair complexion looked great with the peach and the light yellow. Fleur looked stunning.
When Lulu's makeup was done, I sat down and got a great shoulder massage from Fleur as Ginny and Lulu did my makeup. As I relaxed, my thoughts drifted to Ron. I wondered what he was doing. When had he woken up, was he done getting ready? Just then, Mrs. Weasley aparated into the room. She looked dazzling!
"Hazel! Sweetheart, you look lovely!" She said, hugging me.
"Thank you, Mrs. Weasley. You look very beautiful yourself."
"Oh, sweetie, enough of the 'Mrs. Weasley', we're family now. You can call me mom." She smiled at me. I was so thankful that I would have her as my mother-in-law.
"Mom, how do I look?" Ginny asked her mother, giving a full turn.
"Ginny, honey, you look wonderful! Who did your makeup?"
"Hazel did. Isn't it great?"
"Yes it is. And Fleur, you look great too." She said while walking over to hug her. "Oh, how you kids grow up so fast. Seemed like just yesterday my little Ginny was in diapers and my little Ron was learning to walk." Ginny turned bright red, and Lulu burst into laughter as Mrs. Weasley began to cry.
"Mrs. Weasley," Fleur caringly said, "don't worry. It's not like they're going to leave you and forget about you. They still love you."
"Thank you, honey." Mrs. Weasley said putting her arm around Fleur.
Five Minutes before the Wedding
"Where's my bouquet?" asked Lulu. "Damn it! Who has my bouquet! I need my bouquet! I MEAN IT!" We were on the limousine, on the way to the beach.
"Well, smartass, maybe you left it in your apartment." I told her. Just then, she disaparated.
"OH MY FUCKING GOD! WHERE IS SHE? THERES FIVE MINUTES UNTIL THE WEDDING AND THE MAID OF HONOR IS MISSING!" I yelled nervously. This definitely wasn't good for my baby.
"Calm down, Hazel," Mrs. Weasley comfortingly told me, "she's probably at her apartment looking for her bouquet. I'm sure she's going to be back before the wedding begins." We arrived at our little spot on the beach. All the guests were there, and so were the guys. I sighed. Ron looked so handsome in his white linen short sleeved shirt and matching pants. As Ginny and Fleur got out of the limo, Mrs. Weasley continued to try to comfort me.
We were getting tired of waiting for Lulu, and decided to step out of the limo. Just as I turned, there was Lulu, bouquet in hand, shoes in the other.
"WHERE THE FUCK WERE YOU! YOU KNOW YOU ALMOST GAVE ME A FUCKING HEART ATTACK! ALL OF THIS FUCKING STRESS ISNT GOOD FOR MY BABY!" I yelled at her. On the outside I was mad as ever, but on the inside, I was completely and utterly relieved.
"I'm sorry, Hazy, but I was going to come back like 3 minutes ago, but I saw a muffin on the table."
"A MUFFIN! YOU WERE ALMOST LATE TO MY WEDDING FOR A MUFFIN!"
"But, it wasn't just a regular muffin. Hazy, it was a chocolate muffin. You know I can't resist chocolate. And besides, food always comes first. Oh, here, I forgot to mention I brought you some muffin." She gave me smashed piece of muffin wrapped in a napkin. She smiled at me. I pushed her towards the isle. She stumbled and had to hold on to one of the guest's chairs.
"Eh, sorry, the bride over there pushed me." She said, turning bright red. She looked back at me, and I gave her an evil glare. She turned and walked as fast as she could to the altar.
As I was nearing the altar, she was getting closer and closer to the priest. When I finally got there, she was as close as humanly possible to the priest, who was giving me the weirdest expression ever. I couldn't help but giggle. I looked at Ron. I smiled, and took his hand. I remember when we first met. I remember how different things were…