It's Not What It Looks Like!
A figure stands in front of a full length mirror. Their beautiful hair tied up into a graceful bun, loose locks at the front framed their face. Such a simple yet elegant style impossible to not admire. Their tresses adorned with white flowers; baby's breath, toyherb. and a lone lotus. Perfect in every way.
Cobalt blue eyes shined happily. The palest touch of shimmering rose eyeshadow made their eyes seem like never ending pools. As if you could easily drown in them if you weren't careful. Dark eyelashes cast a faint shadow over their orbs, creating a somehow mystic effect. Their lips thin, yet pulled into a shy, breath-taking smile. They were gently shaded in a sparkling cherry blossom that also complemented their eyes. Their cheeks flushed as they gazed shyly into their reflection.
As dazzling as their features were, the main focus was their dress. It was the purest of ivory and flowed down to the floor. It was sleeveless though still conservative. The corset was embellished with all sorts of glimmering gems. Diamonds that glittered like stars and opals like magical moons. Thin wisps of silver spiraled and swirled out around the jewels, completing the night sky and continued to cascade down the side.
The look was enhanced with long white fingerless gloves that ended with snowy white ribbons. Their fingernails were perfectly graced with a clear coat adding shimmer without being distracting. The tips of white satin ballet flats peeked out from beneath the gowns graceful waves.
Clutched in the figure's hands was a stunning array of flowers. Their sweet aroma perfumed the air. Small and elegant, pink and white flowers danced together forming a beautiful sight. Such beauty was rarely observed outside of nature.
Letting out a small giggle, the figure twirled. The dress's cascades swayed around their ankles. The figure's eyes closed, a small smile plain on their face. Slowly, a door creaked open and a charming redhead entered the room.
"Hey, Mello, have you seen my-" he froze. The blonde beauty stiffened, eyes no longer dancing in mirth. He turned an angry (and rather humiliated) red. Somewhere along the line there was definitely an eye redheaded boy dropped the game console he was holding. "Oh my grape-flavored-crunch-roll," Matt whispered.
"M- Matt! No! I- its not what it looks like! I swear!" Mello was now definitely a blushing bride.
A/N: I thank anyone who reads and/or reviews this story. You are greatly appriciated.
