Hey everyone! Welcome to the third book of my own Fairy Tale! This has been so much fun, and I am so happy that you are reading today! Thanks!
"No." I confirmed. "Never in a million years. I won't do it." Levy rolled her eyes at me. She just didn't understand my reasoning. "Come on Mikayla." She pleaded. "Who doesn't wear a dress on their wedding day?"
"The groom." I replied grumpily. She huffed and waved her hand. "I hate to have to do this, but you leave me no choice." Bisca, Mirajane and Lucy piled in, their faces said they meant business. "What did you bring them for..."
"Get her!" Levy yelled. Everyone pounced on me, Bisca holding my arms and Lucy holding my feet. Mirajane stood over me and held up the dress. I knew I had lost this one. I sighed. "FINE. Put it on." Levy nodded and the girls let me go. Sheesh. All that so I would put on a dress. I wasn't that bad.
There was a knock on my door. "Mikayla?" Loke called. "Sweetie,you there?" I began to make my way to the door when Bisca pulled me back. I frowned. "What's the matter? It's Loke." Bisca rolled her eyes and sat me down. "Mikayla, when you're about to get married, and you're in your dress before the wedding, the groom is not allowed to see you until you are married." I scoffed. "Who said that?" Bisca shrugged. "I don't know. I just know it's bad luck." I groaned, exasperated. Levy opened the door, but only a crack, so Loke couldn't see inside. I could hear them talking and Levy saying "Okay, bye!" And slamming the door in his face. "Wait! Loke!" Levy sat me back down, clicking her tongue. "You have to get ready for your wedding. Come on, let me fit your dress." I stood there as they pulled at the dress, making it as tight as they possibly could.
"Try sucking in your breath." Levy
"Let it out a little." Bisca
"No, that's not right..." Mirajane.
"Come on, let her breathe!" Lucy.
Finally, I was able to breathe and I looked in the mirror. I had a sleeveless flowing white gown with beautiful roses around the waist. My hair was topped with a diamond tiara. I looked more like royalty than a bride. But I still liked it. It fit me perfectly. I smiled. "Heh. this is amazing..."
"Told you." Levy said. I heard another knocking on my door. Levy frowned at the door. "Jeez, Loke really wants to see you." She swung the door open. "Okay! You see her! Happy now..." her voice trailed off at the end. It wasn't Loke at the door this time. A tall man, maybe twenty-eight, stood there. He had red hair like Loke's, only his was a darker red, and lime green eyes. He looked at me with a pleasently surprised look on his face. "It's you." He said, a wistful smile coming over his face. What was he doing here? I stepped back, never taking my eyes off of this man. I scowled at him. "Why are you here?" I snapped. He looked taken aback. Levy and the rest looked very confused. "Mikayla, who is this guy?" She asked. I growled.
"This is Senki. My ex-fiancee"
Thanks for reading, everyone! Sorry this was really short. I was cut on time, but I hope you enjoy it anyway!