The Makeup Artist
Today.
It's the day.
The day our story officially starts.
My mother had just left. She'd stood over me with tears in her eyes. The entire morning had been spent obsessing over me. About how grown up I was, about how excited she was. As a token of her fondness she'd given me my something blue and borrowed. A broach for my hair which the hairdresser had helped me put in.
As for old my father gave me his mother's necklace.
My new was in my hands.
In a red velvet box labelled 'my love.'
Embracing the quiet moment I open the gift from Edward. Inside a silver, thin bracelet with two charms. One inscription 'Edward' the other 'Mason.'
Unable to stop the tears I smile through them. The latch is simple so I can attach it to my wrist myself. It looks gorgeous on my arm.
The simple gift took away any doubt if there was any. All of the nerves gone. It was the closest thing I had to wrapping him around me to whisper words of encouragement, words of love.
"I love it," I whisper hoping somehow he'd hear.
"Okay, She's here," Rosalie bounds into the room.
A slightly chubby woman follows. Her hair is up in a bun and she looks flustered.
"She'll need help. Barely slept," Rose smiles at me.
"Thanks," I glare.
"I'll do my best to work quick. My niece double booked me. She's new at handling clients. I can't stay as long. No one replied to my message," she says.
"Message?" I ask confused.
"I sent four last night and called twice," she explains.
"To what number. I got nothing," I say panicked.
Flipping out the phone she recites to me Edward's number. No wonder why. He wouldn't think twice about it. He'd not see the need to take time with makeup. Why would she contact him? Had the planner switched out the numbers like the decorations.
"Okay well just do Bella. She's priority. Then we can always do what you don't get to," Rosalie rubs my shoulder, "don't stress. We're going to get you down the aisle and into his arms."
"Okay," I breathe out.
Her brushes are soft and the scent of the makeup is sweet. When she is done with me I barely recognise myself. My skin looks smooth and my eyes bright.
"You are beginning to look like a bride," Rose smiles.
"I need to go," the makeup huffs.
"You didn't even do one bridesmaid," I say shocked.
"I'm so sorry. I am. You don't need to pay for this," she is apologetic but it doesn't quell my anger.
"Can anything go fucking right," I groan
My frustration makes her all but leave faster.
"I will do all of our makeup. It's going to be fine. Put on your dress and I'll be back," she points at the closet as she races from the room.
I do as I'm told.
Trying to shake the irritating I appreciate the moment as I pull on the silk and delicate lace. The dress was gorgeous. Capped sleeves, a sweetheart neckline. From my waist the dress fanned out around my feet pooling just slightly on the floor.
This is what today would be.
Silent moments of reflection. To cherish each second of simplicity. The moment if slipped on this dress would forever be in my heart alongside Edward.
Staring at my reflection I can do nothing else but sink to the floor.
This was happening.
Sitting and staring at myself I don't notice the door open. Alice and Rose have solved the makeup crisis and have slipped on their dresses. The dusty pink looked incredible. The strapless dresses stopped slightly below the knee with a slight slit at their thighs.
"Oh Bella," Alice gasp hands covering her mouth, "you look…"
I turn to look at them both, a tear threatening it all.
"Don't," Rosalie laughs rushing at me with a tissue, "the car is here and your dad is ready to walk you down the aisle."
"Mason?" I ask.
"All sorted," Rosalie smiles in understanding.
"Let's get you to my brother. He's the luckiest man alive. He is going to pass out when he gets one look at you. You look so incredible," Alice helps me to stand.
"You look gorgeous," Rosalie nods
In the car my dad grabs my hand. Every so often he gives me a gentle squeeze. My mother and bridesmaids went in the car ahead.
"I'm so proud of you. You look incredible today. To think you'd come this far. When you first brought Edward home I didn't like him," he smiles, "but that's cause he was maturing my baby. Now you've given me a grandchild and in a roundabout way a son."
"I love you, Dad," I smile, "but stop making me want to cry."
"You will when we get there. When I married your mother I thought I'd died and gone to heaven. It was like an Angel," he smirks.
The drive is quick. It feels like a blur. Just like much of this morning.
My heart pumps wildly within my chest. There's no still inside my chest right now.
"Don't let me fall, Dad," I say.
"Wouldn't dream of it, Bells," he chuckles.
When I'm helped out of the car Rosalie hurriedly fixes my veil down my back and hands me my bouquet. Kim fixes the stray bits of hair around my face and winks at me reassuringly. Alice waves at a relative in the back row.
"Just follow my lead," Rose says, "I'm going to get you through this, baby."
"Thank you for everything," I nod.
"Don't be. Your going to do the exact same for me when it's my turn," she says.
The music starts and she kisses my cheek before a hurried hug with Charlie.
When I step into view of Edward's back the lullaby disappears. The soft piano of the song Edward had wrote for me when we first began dating slips into the background. With each step I near him, my heart feels more full.
Mason stands beside Emmett in his little tux. He looks adorable. His eyes beam when he sees me.
"Mummy," he cheers.
Before being able to stop him, he's out of Emmett's reach racing to me. I laugh leaning down to lift Mason into my arms.
"Baby boy. You look so handsome," I smile as my dad helps support him.
"You look pretty," he nestles into my neck.
My guests aww and giggle. The commotion is too much for Edward to resist. He turns when I'm just a few steps short of the altar.
His eyes widen when he catches sight of me and is forced to wipe a few stray tears aside.
Charlie shakes his hand before kissing my cheek and taking Mason from my arms to sit with him and Renee.
Edward leans into kiss my cheek as he takes my hand.
"Hey," I whisper leaning up to wipe another tear.
"Our little son gave me your note," he smiles down at me.
"Did he?" I smile innocently.
"I love you," he squeezes my hand.
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