One

Lightning ran a brush down the length of Serah's wavy, rose-colored hair. Serah, seated in front of her sister, stared blankly into the mirror before them.

"What are you thinking about?" Lightning asked as Serah met her sister's eyes in the mirror.

"Nothing really. This is just...surreal. I don't know what to think anymore." She replied, her voice small.

"There's nothing to worry about. You really think I'd let you go through with this if I disapproved of your blockhead fiancé?" Lightning inquired with a smirk on her face.

Serah laughed and cocked her head to the side. "You don't sound very approving."

Lightning's smirk faded and she looked sternly at her sister in the mirror, placing the brush down on the dresser. "You know I trust Snow. Even so, I'll still keep an eye on him. I'm your older sister after all. "Lightning twisted Serah's hair into a bun, leaving two curly strands loose to frame her face.

Serah looked down in attempt to hide the water filling up her eyes. She laughed to conceal her tears. "I'm scared, sis."

"Of what? Snow?"

"No, of course not. I just-" Serah sighed. "I don't want to leave you by yourself. I don't want us to become detached after all we've been through. You don't think that will happen, do you?"

Lightning shook her head and smiled faintly. "Don't worry about me. You know I'm fine on my own. Plus, if you're happy, that's all that matters."

Serah looked at her own reflection and patted her bun. She was surprised how well her sister managed to style her hair. "Wow, thanks Light. Nice job. I shouldn't be surprised though, you used to do all kinds of things with my hair when we were young."

Lightning crossed her arms. A smile twitched at the corner of her lips. "Just don't tell anyone about that, alright? It might ruin my reputation, you know."

Serah laughed, but before she could respond, Vanille popped her head in the doorway.

"How is everything- oh goodness!" Vanille squeaked. She skipped over to Serah and pulled her up from the chair by the hands. "You look gorgeous!" She twirled Serah around like they were dancing at a ball and beamed with excitement.

Serah laughed, "Thanks, you really think so?" Serah looked in the mirror admiring her v-cut, ivory, bridal gown. The cocoon engagement ring pendant rested below her collarbone and complimented the silver shimmer of her dress. She wiped the tears quickly from beneath her eyes. "I'm almost ready. Do you think you can help me with my makeup?" Serah asked Vanille hopefully.

"I would love to. Let's get started, shall we?" Vanille pranced over to the drawer in the dresser and pulled out various tubes of lip-gloss and mascara. Lightning watched as Vanille questioned Serah about which color she preferred and which eye shadow shade looked best. But all she could think about was how much her sister had grown. She was getting married to Snow, and although she anticipated it at one point, it was so long ago that she wasn't sure when it would actually happen.

Vanille glanced over at Lightning. "Hey Lightning, which color lipstick would look best?" She held out two tubes enthusiastically in the air.

"Tch, you're asking the wrong person." Lightning mumbled.

Vanille chuckled. "Well, you better hurry and change, then. You are the Maid of Honor after all, so you better look presentable."

Before Lightning replied, she caught a glimpse of her sister's glistening, hopeful eyes staring back at her.

Lightning sighed and shook her head in agreement. "Alright, I'll go change."