Prompt: Write about the day before a wedding.
Ooh, I'm so excited about this. I'm a hopeless romantic, please bear with me! XD
"This dress is…something else." Emma trailed off as she stared at herself in the mirror. "I thought the bride is supposed to have a fancy dress, not the maid of honor."
"That's what you get for letting Maya choose your dress!" Heather called from the other side of the room, where she was practicing tying an elegant bow around the ear of Maya, who despite being thirteen years old, was growing restless.
"You asked me to choose something that would look good for all those snooty politicians," Maya replied, grinning. "I was just doing what you asked."
"I didn't ask to look like a marshmallow!"
Maya stifled a laugh. "You said it, not me."
"Well then, let's see yours." Emma dove into the closet, and came out looking mock-disgusted. "How on earth did you manage getting Jo to let you wear that?"
Maya squirmed. "He…Uh, hasn't seen it yet." She glanced at the strapless dress Emma was holding up, a ruffled, rainbow colored thing made of soft cotton that reached just past her ankles.
Heather looked at the dress through the mirror she was standing in front of while doing up Maya's bow, and laughed. "I would bet anything that he's going to ground you for a week when he sees you wearing that."
"You should have seen his face when I showed him the costume I had to wear for last month's musical."
"How did you get out of that one?"
"I didn't. But Flora bailed me out because she was the director and she told him off for being really silly."
"Are we talking about me?" Emma's oldest sister, Flora, popped her head into the dressing room, her arms full with boxes of paper lanterns.
"Yeah," Maya turned a full circle in the mirror to look at the bow Heather had just finished, rainbow colored to match her dress. "About the time when Jo wouldn't let me wear that costume for Where are you going, Lucy Mae? And you had to tell him off for being silly."
"If you can believe it, I actually enjoyed that." Flora winked. "Hey Maya, want to get out of here and help me be dangerous with stepladders?"
"Yeah!" Maya carefully undid the bow, and placed the ribbons on the vanity. "Thanks, Heather! I can't wait to wear that tomorrow."
"Don't be too dangerous," Heather replied. "Losing two of my bridesmaids to the hanging of paper lanterns wouldn't be a very good start to my reign as the Queen Of Natalia."
"Don't worry about it," Flora chided. "This is your day, so leave all the worries to the rest of us. And anyway," She added. "We'll try to minimize the injuries to ankle breaking only."
"Hey," Maya wiggled her foot to show the brace in place there. "I already did that. I don't want to show up to the wedding on crutches."
"Oh, alright," Flora grinned. "We'll just make sure you don't fall, then. And don't walk underneath the ladder, either."
"Of course." Maya tugged the sandals she'd been trying off, put them back on the shelf, and dashed out of the room, Flora following. Emma shook her head, smiled, and reached an arm around Heather's shoulders.
"Are you ready for this?"
Heather leaned into her embrace, smiling. "I've never been more ready in my life."