This is my second fanfic...=) I've been wanting to do this for a month now...hope you all like it! High-five for Kaoru and Haruhi! 3 3 Woot! I don't care if anyone reads this...I just feel like writing it...it's fun...geez, where'd my life go? ;)
The young woman sat idly on a comfy ottoman, staring at the mirror placed in front of her. She watched as the professional hairstylist did her hair, curling it into loose and crisp spirals. She tried not to hear the sound of her healthy and finally grown-out hair being burned. Then again, it was her wedding day, what did it matter?
As the stylist finished and put down the curling iron, she gasped in awe, covering her mouth.
"You look stunning!" she exclaimed, helping the girl up.
The bride-to-be blushed and stared at herself in shock. She did not know what to say; she was speechless. She did not look anything like herself, but more like a princess.
"I...I..." she stuttered.
"Go change into your dress, it's almost time to go." The hairstylist said, leading her to a vast room. "The dress is hanging on the closet, and please do be careful!"
The girl nodded and locked the door, then proceeded to taking the dress off the closet. She undid her silk robe and threw it on the ground, then unzipped the dress. Carefully she stepped into it, pulling it up. She zipped up the back, and glided to the nearest mirror, trying not to stumble. She really was beautiful. Not wanting to waste time by looking at herself, she made her way out the door, only to find a maid standing on the other side of it.
"Ma'am, you look incredible!" She said timidly.
The girl blushed. "Thank you."
"Your father is outside with the car. He's waiting for you."
She nodded, and the maid stepped behind her, grabbing the hem of her dress and lifting it up. The girl walked slowly, the weight of her dress weighing her down. Before she knew it, a pair of arms were embracing her tightly.
"Oh, you look so pretty!" Squealed her father. "I can't believe it!"
She giggled awkwardly. "Thanks, Dad. Can we go now?"
He grabbed her hand and led her out the front door. "Yes, let's go!"
He opened the car door for his daughter, and helped her into shotgun. Then he hopped into the car and stepped on the pedal.
His daughter took a good look at him. "Dad, are you crying?"
He shook his head and sniffled. "No! Pssh, I'm not crying!"
"You're crying, Dad." She said and pulled him into a warm hug.
Tears streamed down his face. "I just can't believe you're already getting married! It seems like you were a little girl only yesterday!"
"Dad...I'll always be your little girl."
He sniffled. "I wish your mom was here to see you."
The girl took a deep breath and walked slowly, arm-in-arm with her father. Her eyes traveled up, just enough to see a tall skinny figure standing at the end of the room. Her eyes traveled up farther, just enough to see his caramel-colored hair...
