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Chapter 7

It was as if she had just closed her eyes when someone entered the room. She knew it was Claudia by the soft yet excited steps on the floor.

"Wake up, Myka!" Yes, definitely excited.

"No. Just a little while longer." She tangled herself in the sheets a little more.

"Have you forgotten what day it is or something?"

Myka sighed, hoping Claudia hadn't heard it. "No, I am well aware."

"Shouldn't you be like… You know, all girly excited… Probably combing your hair frantically?"

"Probably."

"Oh come on, Myka. Just get up." Claudia started pulling on the blankets. "It'll be my fault if you're not on time."

"Okay, okay." Myka threw the blankets, that Claudia hadn't yet pulled off, off of her.

"Your mother gave me her own wedding dress for you to wear."

Myka's eyes grew wide. "You've got to be kidding me." If she remembered correctly, her mother's wedding dress had been a dirty grey one that was way too wide to actually walk in it without falling.

"I am not wearing that."

Claudia crossed her arms, "Right, I'll leave it to you to inform your mother."

"Point taken."

It took at least half an hour to get the dress on. In the end they came to the conclusion that Myka's mother had been somewhat smaller at Myka's age than herself. The dress was trailing down the ground.

"You've got to be kidding me," Myka said for the second time that morning, "I can barely walk in a dress my size. This is horrible!"

"Now, now. No need to make so much drama out of it." Claudia was straightening the dress. Or trying to at least, as the dress itself was very wide and refused to be straightened apparently.

"How is this not drama? It's ridiculous. I can't wear this."

"What? Are you going to let someone make another one for you in two hours? I don't think so."

"This is a nightmare. I look more like I'm going to attend a funeral than a wedding."

"No argument there."

"Yeah, thanks for that, Claud."

~~~~~ILWTWO~~~~~

Helena had literally gone through all her clothes and had found nothing suitable. Well, not suitable enough for Myka's wedding anyway… And her brother's of course.

She threw the blue dress, the last one she had tried on, on her bed. She had once again sent her servant away. She didn't like to have other people do things for her. She wanted to be as independent as possible.

Her hand made its way to the locket around her neck. Closing her eyes, she softly whispered; "Christina."

After all these years the pain hadn't lessened at all. She still remembered the last time she'd seen her. She had that radiant smile on her face, a smile that Helena hadn't seen in anybody else.

That day she was going to go horse-riding with her father, the arrogant scoundrel.

The rest of the day, was a blur in her mind though. She vaguely remembered a messenger coming to the castle, informing her of a fire in the stables. And the two deaths involved. Her poor Christina.

Helena's hands tightened around the locket, palm painful and knuckles white. She had always found it ironic that the person she loved most died along with the one she hated most.

After that things only got gloomier. Her parents pushed her to get remarried, while she could still get children. She refused, however, only resulting in a bad relationship with her parents, whom only had eyes for Charles nowadays.

She shook her head, dissolving the memories. Today was not the day to dwell upon them. It was a wedding, she should be happy. Only, she wasn't. She didn't want her brother to marry Myka, which made her feel bad as her brother had always been nice to her. Authoritative, yes, but nice.

Yet she always came to the conclusion that Charles' feelings for Myka, could never be bigger than her own. And somehow, she knew Myka felt the same. Yet, if Myka decided this was the life she wanted, who was Helena to stand in her way?

Helena picked up a white dress. It seemed to be the opposite of her current mood, but Helena decided it was suitable for a wedding. The dress only reached just under her knees though, so she was sure her mother would have something to say about that. Not that she cared anymore.

~~~~~ILWTWO~~~~~

It felt weird, walking through the halls with her own arm through her father's. The last time she had done so, she must have been five years old or something. There was an awkward silence between them, the both of them not sure what to say.

Her father was the one who broke the silence. "So you're finally getting married, then?"

"Apparently." Myka hadn't meant for it to sound so bitter, but didn't regret it nonetheless.

"This is going to be good for you. Sir Wells is a respected man among the city. He'll take care of you."

"I'm sure he will." Myka suddenly wished they'd go back to the awkward silence. Talking was even worse. It looked as if her father was thinking the same, as they both walked on in silence.

When they entered the hall, it was full of people. Myka doubted she'd ever seen so many people together in one place before. She didn't recognise any of them, except for her sister Tracy and her Husband, sir Lattimer.

Neither of her parents liked Pete, but he was also from a respected family, so they married Tracy to him anyway. Myka herself had always found him fun to hang around. He had terrible humor, but somehow his jokes always made her laugh nonetheless.

She doubted Charles had any humor at all. Charles. Helena. No.

She felt like screaming it out loud. No! Today wasn't the day to think about Helena. In fact, she shouldn't think of her at all. Not in that way anyway. What way? What was she talking about?

It was only when she felt her father's arm slip away from her own, that she realised they were in front of the altar. Charles held out his hand and she took it reluctantly. Forcing a smile upon her face. This was not what she wanted.

The priest started rambling of his whole speech and Myka dared to take a look to the people sitting on the first row.

Her breath stocked in her throat when she saw Helena. She was beautiful in white. Like an angel, although even that would be an understatement. It was only when she met the other woman's eyes that she looked away again. Although she felt Helena's eyes on her through the whole ceremony.

Her heart started beating faster when they finally arrived to the vows they had to take. She felt as if it would jump out of her chest right at the spot and scream 'no'. She didn't let her heart do the talking, however.

"I do."