I awoke early, mostly because Miley was there in my room giving me a wake up call at six am but the wedding wasn't until five.
"Get up! We have a lot to do today!" she exclaimed.
"Huh?" I mumbled grogely. I was still half asleep.
"Come on come on sleepy head. We've got to do a final fitting for your dress, do your mom's hair and makeup, do your hair and make up, get you in-"
I interrupted I had to. "Ok, ok I'm up."
"Get dressed! Come on slow poke." she looked at my eyes which had dark circles under them from lack of sleep but that was her fault for waking me up so early. "We'll have to do something about your eyes."
I narrowed my eyes "Didn't you say we already had a lot to do?"
Miley laughed then danced over to my closet with such grace and poise any runway model would be envious of. "Here put this on." she tossed a pair of jeans and a sweater at me then danced to my door. "I'll wait for you downstairs."
I put on my clothes sluggishly and tried to fix my hair as best as I could but to no avail. I trudged downstairs dragging my feet and saw Miley standing in the kitchen holding up a packet of poptarts.
"Breakfast!" she tossed the packet to me then danced her way to the front door. "Eat it in the car."
I slid myself out the door with my strawberry poptarts and got in the car. By the time I shut the door behind me Miley was already in the car with her seat belt buckled.
"Only a few more hours till your wedding. How do you feel?"
"Sleepy."
Miley rolled her eyes and started the car. She drove down the winding road like a nascar driver about to finish the race.
"Easy there Ricky Bobby. You drive worse than your brother."
She ignored my comment and looked at my mangled hair. "We'll probably start with your hair then move on to makeup."
"Splendid." I tore open the poptarts and began to eat my well balanced meal. "Where's Oliver?"
"He's at a hotel, I told him not to come home."
"Why?"
She gave me a look like I'd asked a stupid question. "Lily, it's bad luck for the groom to see the bride before the wedding!"
I bit into my poptart. "Well, Oliver and I aren't really a couple that do things traditionally if you know what I mean."
"I'm your wedding planner Lily, and I say you guys are going to do this traditionally!" she bellowed.
I sat back and took another bite of my poptart. Who was I to argue with Miley?
When we arrived at her house she gave me a blindfold.
"Here, put this on."
I looked at the black blindfold. "Is there going to be a pinata?"
"No silly, put it on when we walk through the house, I don't want you to see my masterpiece yet. I want you to be surprised."
I sighed and put on the blindfold. Miley grabbed my shoulders and guided me through the house carefully making sure I didn't trip. But I would have tripped without the blindfold anyway.
"Ok, you can take off the blindfold."
I took off the mask and looked around. We were in her room and I could see the nearly finished dressed hanging up.
"Put it on so I can see how much more I need to hem it."
I slipped on the dress and tried to look in the mirror but Miley stopped me.
"Not yet, I want you to see the final result at the end."
"Am I allowed to do anything?" I asked
Miley giggled like a mischevious pixie. "Just be patient and let the master work."
Then Miley began to measure my dress and later began my beautifying for the wedding which was only a few hours away.
