It was a Sunday morning, the sun shone down through the trees and the bright rays lingered on Emily's face. Naomi lay, watching her girlfriend silently, tracing the outline of her lips with her fingers. It had been only two days since Naomi asked Emily to marry her, but all of the preparations had been made and the wedding was only hours away. Naomi couldn't do anything herself, but Emily, Katie and their mother had been rushing about to bakers and florists, booking as much as they possibly could in time for the weekend. It would only be a small wedding with twenty guests, but Emily had contacted as many of their old friends as possible, and Naomi couldn't wait to see them.

"Morning," Emily said, her eyelids fluttering open, "we're getting married today."

"I don't think we're supposed to see each other before the wedding."

"I don't care," Emily wrapped her arms around her fiancée, planting a passionate kiss on her lips. "How are you feeling?"

Naomi groaned, turning flat on her back, "Like shit. But I'm not going to let that get to me today. Your mum's going to be here soon, you have to go and get ready at her house."

"Why can't I just change here? Who's going to stay with you?"

"Tradition. Anyway, Katie said she'd stay with me." Naomi smiled, though they both knew her relationship with Katie had never been particularly strong. Emily raised her brow, but decided not to argue. Not today. They lay for a few moments, arms wrapped around each other, before a loud knock on the door rang through the apartment. Emily rolled her eyes with a smirk.

"My family don't know how to be quiet." She said, rolling out of bed and walking to the front door. Naomi couldn't really make out any of the words, but there was a lot of fussing and hugging as Jenna and Katie Fitch entered the apartment. Naomi hadn't seen them in a while, and she knew they would be shocked at the state she was in. Even so, Katie had promised to make Naomi beautiful. And if there was one thing Katie was good at, it was making people look beautiful. Jenna entered the room first, followed by Katie. Neither of them said anything about the fact Naomi's hair comprised of a few wispy strands here and there, or how her cheekbones pierced her fragile skin. Katie rushed over to the partially-closed curtains and yanked them open.

"I love the curtains. You'll have to tell me where you got them!" Katie chirped. Naomi knew she was just trying to steer the conversation away from anything cancer-related, but she was grateful all the same. Emily offered to make them all tea, but the wedding was in two hours and Jenna insisted that everyone needed to get ready. Katie helped Naomi out of bed and into the chair where she would get her make-over, and Emily kneeled at her side.

"See you in a bit." She said softly.

Naomi smiled, her eyes focused on the mirror. Emily kissed her lover's cheek before standing and making her way to the hallway. Naomi heard the soft click of the front door, and Katie got straight to work.

Naomi had never seen so many brushes and powders and creams in her entire life. She'd thought the big case Katie was carrying had her bridesmaid's dress inside, but it turned out to be filled with make -up and other beauty products.

"Are you ready for the wig?" Katie said excitedly.

"What?"

Katie unzipped a secret apartment of the make-up case and gently pulled out a long, brown wig. She held it up on her hand for Naomi to see in all of its glory, grinning from ear to ear.

"Naoms, this wig is gonna' look bad ass. And no offence honey, really, but there's not really much we can do with the hair you have now."

Naomi sighed. She never thought she'd say it, but Katie was right. She sat; facing the mirror, as Katie carefully fitted the wig onto her head. She couldn't believe how real it looked – it were as if she'd never lost her hair in the first place. Katie grinned and hugged Naomi from behind.

"You look fantastic already! It can only get better from here, honey."

Looking in the mirror, seeing herself with hair for the first time in months, Naomi could almost forget about her cancer for the smallest of moments. The day was perfect already, and it would only get better. Naomi sat with her eyes closed as Katie covered her face in foundation, blush, mascara and twenty other things that she couldn't name. She went through three cups of tea by the time the make-up was finished, and another tray of biscuits by the time her hair was done. She closed her eyes a final time while Katie put the last few strands into place.

"Okay, open!"

Naomi opened her eyes and gasped. She looked gorgeous – better than she ever could have imagined. Her lips were a soft pink, her eyes golden and her skin porcelain. A tear rolled down her cheek as she looked at her hair, real as it would ever be, falling gently in ringlets past her shoulders and gracefully framing her face. She jumped up from the chair using all the energy she could and threw her arms around Katie.

"Thank you so much, Katie," she said, pulling back from the hug and looking her sister-in-law in the eyes. Katie smiled, wiping back a tear of her own before quickly composing herself.

"Don't cry, you'll ruin your make-up." Katie smiled, and Naomi laughed.

The girls went into separate rooms to put on their dresses – Katie's was a knee-length sunset orange number with white embroidery and white heels, whereas Naomi's was an intricate fishtail dress with diamond studs that made Katie squeal with jealousy.

The time was a quarter to twelve, which gave them only forty-five minutes until the wedding was due to start. Katie had received a text that most of the guests had arrived, and the weather outside was perfect. A black BMW was waiting outside the flat for the two of them, ready to take them to the park Naomi would be married in. As she sat in the car clutching her orange and white flowers she stared out the window, thinking how she could never repay Emily, Katie and Jenna for the work they had done to organize the wedding in only a few days. It was a miracle, she thought, and she didn't care how many days she had left as long as she could spend them married to Emily. The car ride took longer than expected, partly because of the London traffic but partly because Katie wouldn't stop talking, and Naomi wasn't sure what about. Finally the car pulled up next to the park's elegant golden gates and Naomi's stomach turned. Don't throw up. She thought. Not on your wedding day. She stared out the window, the large white reception tent just in her view. It was the most terrifying thing she had ever done, scarier than dying, but she knew that she wanted it, and she was ready.

Katie placed her hand comfortingly on top of Naomi's, and the two exchanged a nervous look.

"Alright, Naoms. Let's get you married."