Forever Yours
"Miss Rinoa, your wedding dress" The wedding planner says while she opens two big doors leading into Rinoa's walk in closet.
"Just breathe" I said to myself while I look upon my beautiful dress that is placed on a mannequin. It's a strapless gown with little beads sewed on to make the shape of a rose. The skirt was long white silk, which flowed down to the floor. "Oh Madame, It's gorgeous! Thank you!"
"Rinoa you must get into the car. Gregory will drive you to the hair stylest!" My maid yelled.
Once I get into the car, I start to feel the butterflies flapping away in my stomach.
"Miss Rinoa, it'll be fine!" Gregory said trying his best to comfort his best friend. "Why are you so nervous about?"
"Oh Greg, it's nothing, just pre-wedding jitters!" I smiled. "I'll be fine once I see Squall standing up at that altar."
Finally we arrived at Sophistmargo. Gregory and I walk in. Suddenly a young, bouncy man jumps infront of them.
"Gooday Gooday! My name is Monsier Margo! I will be the hair Stylist along with Marie-Claude and Paris! Now Madame Rinoa, vite vite into the chair of wonders!"
"Oh god." I thought to myself "Whats the chance of having an extremely gay hairstylist along with his clever skimpy sidekicks, do my hair on my wedding day?"
"Now Miss, what style did you select?" Marie-Claude asked. Was she ever different. Her hair was black, styled with at least fifty different barets. She had a leopard skin tube-top that showed her rolls quite well. This obviously didn't help my feeling in my stomach get any better.
"Well I chose this one" I point to the hairstyle that was fit for any wedding. It was absolutely stunning. It was curled firstly. Then pulled into a glorious updo. Two strands of curls left in the front. Little white roses were placed throughout the updo.
"Bien Oui! This is the one for you! Ladies get to work! Vite Vite!" Margo announced.
"C'mon he's got to be gay!" I thought to myself once again. "If the bouncy french accent doesn't give it away then the neon pink tie sure would."
Two hours later my chair is swirled around. I see myself in the mirror in a daze and suddenly I'm thinking, "How can people like these do such wonderful things to one's hair?"
"Madame speak. What do you think?" Paris asked nervously.
"It's to perfect for words." I manage to say, still in a daze on how beautiful it looks.
"Simply amazing, Rinoa. Now we must hurry you home to get ready!" Gregory orders.
I pay Margo and walk to the car. Oh the way home, I start to wonder "Is this right? Is Squall the one for me? Am I too good for him?"
"Rinoa, what is it? You look so discouraged." Gregory asked with concern.
"Oh its nothing." I answered.
"C'mon Rinny. Don't lie to me. I know you to well. What is it? You know you can tell me anything." He asked once again.
"Its just, I'm not sure if I'm suppose to marry Squall today." I answer quietly
"Your having second thoughts?" He whispered
"No no! Never! It's just maybe Squalls to good for me." I answer, with tears welling up in my eyes.
"Rinny, don't be so silly! You and Squall are a match made in heaven. Your just nervous about this whole wedding day thing. Don't worry everything will end up better then anyone can imagine.