"Bella! Get up!"
"Stoppit…"
"Bella…come on…I have to get you up early to fix your hair…the ceremony starts in 2 hours!" A half hour later, the groggy Bella was sitting at the Dining Room table of the Riddle House with Cissa tugging at her hair. Lucius came in and walked over to the women.
"You don't look so well, Bellatrix…" Bella said nothing and continued to glare up at him.
"Give her a while, Dear…it's her wedding day. A bride is always scared on the big day."
"I'm not scared…." Bella muttered. "I'm petrified…."
"Well, the Dark Lord sent me in here to check up on you 2 and he wanted to see how you look….apparently…not well."
"Don't tell him that…I'm fine…I'll be better when I get my dress on…"
"Which will be about……now." Cissa exclaimed as she finished on her hair. She had a tight bun and curls hanging down in the front. Some hair was flowing out of the bun, giving her hair a more elegant look.
"Well…I'll go report to the Dark Lord to tell him that you're almost ready."
"Wait…she's not ready yet." Cissa said, staring at him. He gapped.
"All she needs is the dress on…."
"Honey…do you know how hard it is getting into a wedding dress? And it's going to take a few minutes to put her veil on, because I don't want it to mess her hair up. And she needs make-up and we need to go over the vows and the ceremony doesn't start for another-"
"Hour and a half…."
"What! Bella, hurry up!" She grabbed her sister's hand and pulled her out of the room. Lucius shook his head and retreated back to the Room where the Dark Lord was getting ready.
"Come in."
"My Lord…She still hasn't got her dress on, but my wife is getting her ready now."
"They better not waste time….what does she look like?"
"Uh….not…awake yet…..well, her hair is though…." Voldemort stared at him then turned back to the mirror to fix his collar and cuffs.
"Is everything set up for the ceremony?"
"Um…I'll go check."
"No. I'll send Wormtail." He beckoned Wormtail out of the room and stared into the mirror.
"Is it normal to be nervous?"
"Yes."
"Why?"
"Ah…well….you see, before the Bride goes out to walk down the aisle…she, uh….she has a choice. But I'm not going to say that Bella would make that choice…." Voldemort's eyes were pinned on Lucius with a glare of rising anger.
"What…choice?" He snarled.
"Well….Whether she wants to get married or…run away."
"And is she showing any signs of running away from me?"
"No…but I bet she's as nervous as you are right now, My Lord…You know, I better go and check up on Wormtail…" Lucius turned to leave but was grabbed by the scuff of his neck by Voldemort.
"Keep your eye on Bella and make sure she doesn't run." He hissed in his ear.