Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight-blah blah blah, Stephenie Meyer does! The always wonderful frostfur72 owns our bride, Brie Gwin De Luca. And the ever dedicated, loyal and generally fantastic Villains' Bad Girl owns Imelda Corrima-one of the new characters you're about to meet.
A/N: Oh my days, I am so sorry it has been so long guys! Recently I've had at least two majorly important science ISA tests for my GCSE coursework and I've also had a couple of history tests chucked my way just for good measure! School has majorly been weighing me down people and I'm afraid my updating standards are probably going to drop-aka I'll be slower over the next couple of months because I have upcoming practice GCSE's and I've really got to work for them, so less time will be spent writing my fanfiction although I'm going to be doing as much work as possible on here-for my own needs actually, because I find writing therapeutic during stress. I've planned out my next couple of chapters, and after Rhett's chapter preceding this, I'm going to do a bit of a time skip by about 3 months so we can get to December-and also so I'm not having to detail every little event of Nelle becoming friends with the Fuller clan.
If I ever had any confidence in my appearance that day, it vanished the second I saw the amazing living picture of stylized, effortless perfection which made up Brie Fuller. Something so painfully beautiful about her made my eyes pop, my mouth go dry, and my stomach clench the second I saw her. Even in two-inch white heels she managed to walk perfectly and effortlessly. The only reason I could see the shoes before her magnificent, meringue style white, lace wedding gown got put on was because Nora insisted I turned up early so she could help out with my hair and makeup as well which was unimaginably kind of her. When Rhett had turned up at our house, I'd barely had time to pull on an old pair of jeans and a navy jumper, grab my converses, and rush out the door with my pre-organized bag of wedding clothing. Part of me was confused why I'd been invited to Leon and Brie's wedding in the first place, but I didn't want to refuse the invitation once it was given and Rhett told me Nora had promised an explanation when I arrived at their house.
So that was how I ended up sitting on one of the already placed oak benches which sat outside the huge log cabin which made up the Fuller/Wise family home. I'd known Nora less than twenty four hours and she'd decided I was eligible to attend her brother and adoptive sister's wedding; I'd never understand how she was so accepting and kind natured towards someone such as myself who she barely knew. Brie was pacing up and down the porch area which led up to the huge cabin, as if practicing walking in her two-inch heels which I strongly doubted she needed walking practice in. People as beautiful as Brie Fuller naturally know how to walk in heel's-it's encoded into their DNA. Yet there she was; her long, slender legs enclosed in white jean fabric swinging precisely, just like a model's, as she walked. Her arms swung in time with her pacing, the bare skin of her arm's incredibly pale, making her royal blue V-neck shirt look positively blackened. Her long hair fluttered in the wind, and she held her head high and proud.
I hadn't attempted speaking to Brie because I worried about breaking her concentration and having her stumble in her magnificent shoes which looked more expensive than my entire outfit put together. She'd smiled when she'd seen me and told me that Nora was fussing over preparations, inviting me to take a seat, but from then onwards we'd been basking in silence. It wasn't uncomfortable, kind of relaxing, but of course, someone came along to talk to me-being the new person in the crowd. It was one of the Rose family Rhett had briefly mentioned in the car to me; he'd dropped me off at his home, but had then had to go and meet the Cullens at the airport, to guide them to his new home.
And she matched the setup a lot of people around the house: beautiful, fair skinned and golden eyes, although her's had the slightest hint of amber to them, which almost surprised me, but the beauty of her took that role on with ease. She stood at 5'2", only two inches taller than Nora which made her practically tiny compared to the likes of Brie, and maybe even me to a certain extent; but she looked older than us, about twenty-two. Her face was exotic and reminded me of someone from Europe, which I could most commonly place as being Italian, made more obvious by the slight tint of olive to it. Her lips were thin, as with her nose, yet her eyes were wide and had long, curling lashes about half an inch long, although I've never been too accurate with numbers. Her face was outlined with thick, deep crimson locks of hair falling just past her shoulders, and having a bouncing quality; they were such a dark shade of red it borderlined purplish-black. Her fire engine red wedding outfit composed of a tight fitting dress with layered, fluttering sleeves and three inch spike heels made her look even more exotic and eye catching.
"Salve," she said, her voice heavily coated in an all too Italian accent. "I am Violetta," her voice was matter of fact, strong and precise, as if she was stating nothing but the truth, which I didn't doubt. "You must be Nelle Hillon." She held out her left hand which I took with my right, and she had an incredibly firm handshake, so hard it almost hurt.
"Yes," I replied politely. "Rhett told me you were friends of the family."
"Indeed," she nodded briskly and gestured towards Brie. "I met Brie in our home country of Italy when we were much younger," the fact that she didn't abbreviate on age didn't surprise me in the least. Something about Violetta's straight to the point attitude made me aware details weren't too necessary to folk like her. "She introduced us to the Fuller's when they adopted her and we have been close ever since," turning around Violetta tutted and shook her head. "I am afraid I need to leave you for now, Ms Hillon. I need to help Warren organize some of the wedding features-he can be so clueless sometimes!" She tutted yet again and shook her head critically, as if mentally scolding Warren, whom I was yet to meet. "Ciao." She said as she began walking away, a slight waggle to her steps as she took them due to the tightness of her dress and the height of her heels made walking somewhat a challenge. "Warren! Mettila giù e metterlo qui! Non abbiamo tempo da perdere! Il matrimonio inizia in meno di tre ore!"
Brie laughed softly at Violetta's shouting, so I turned to look at her, and she was facing the way Violetta had dashed off to. "She was telling him to put something down and place it where it is required," she nodded softly, still smiling. "She can be so short tempered it is amusing to me at times."
Nodding at her I looked back out into the woodland area. There was a small clearing by the waterfall which met with the former face of a huge cliff out here, and I figured that was where Brie and Leon's wedding was going to be happening. The trees towered above us, leaning closer and closer to the sky, so much so I had to tilt my head backwards to get a proper good look, and the sunlight barely broke through the outer layer. "When's Rhett going to be back?" I asked absentmindedly, wondering which airport the Cullens were arriving at.
Brie looked at the watch which was tied to her slim wrist. "I'd say he'll be at least another forty five minutes. Apparently the flight got delayed and the drive back is at least half an hour. And knowing Rhett, he'll probably drive at a snail's pace. I suppose he gave you that treatment too. He's so over cautious!" She tutted, shaking her head slightly, but a smile was still evident on her face, and I agreed thoroughly with her. Whilst driving me here, Rhett had been practically crawling along, and he kept nervously glancing at me, eyes flicking at my seat belt; he'd acted as if he had a fine piece of china or pottery in the car with him and he had to be incredibly careful whilst driving me back to his house so I could attend the wedding. We'd barely spoken during the journey, spending most of the journey time playing Nirvana from a CD using the car's expensive speakers. His car was lovely; a Mercedes something make, and a pure, shining white colour with five leather seats. Rhett hadn't been dressed for the wedding, telling me he'd get into his outfit once he returned to the house after picking up his close friends. "Nora will be here soon," Brie nodded at me, smiling wonderfully again, her face glowing with happiness practically. "And she'll do your makeup and hair. May I see your dress?" She added politely.
Slipping a hand into my overnight bag, I pulled out the wrap covered dress my mother had bought for me on Saturday at her own insistence. It was one of the most beautiful dresses I'd ever seen; strapless and knee-length, it was made of strips of purple material, all interlocking. Starting as a deep rich purple at the top, it ascended lighter and lighter till it was a washed out violet at the bottom. I loved it, because it was both my favourite colour and something that made me look attractive. Mom had even bought me a new pair of Egyptian purple velvet heels which I'd been practicing walking in; to make sure I didn't fall over and embarrass myself. Inside my overnight bag, a beige handbag which I used for everything but school, was my jewellery: a silver entwined bracelet which I'd bought four years ago, yet still fit, and a pair of silver drop earrings which originally belonged to my grandmother. I also had a freshly washed and ironed pair of pyjamas and clothing which I'd pre-packed for tomorrow. I'd be sleeping over at their house tonight. Why? Well, mom had told me that sleeping over would strengthen my newly formed friendship with Nora, and she'd been all too insistent when my mom rang her on the number Brie provided in case I asked any questions about the wedding. I'd been a little hesitant at first but had slowly come round.
My grey handbag I used for school had already been placed in Nora's room, the room I'd be staying in, and apparently someone was going to take my clothes upstairs soon, but for now, I was with Brie who was studying the dress carefully. "It's beautiful." She said with a smile. "It will suit you well." Her entire tone seemed a little more old fashioned than most people I've ever met, but she quickly dropped it once she resumed joking. "If you wouldn't mind, could you please go and get my makeup? I left it on one of the chairs round the back of the house, and well, to be honest, I'm just in a really fucking lazy mood today!" She laughed and I couldn't help but grin, hearing Brie swear felt a little humorous for me.
"Sure," I nodded and turned to go.
"Thanks!" Brie called as I scarpered off, ducking round the back of the house to retrieve her makeup bag. The back garden had been converted into the reception area; a large wooden block was placed in the middle of the garden, obviously the dance floor, with several speakers leaning off steal poles attached to the laminated flooring, and a large array of white, expensive looking chairs were located just past it, overlooking the small lake just outside the Fullers back garden. It was picturesque and perfect, just like them. A large collection of white banners, the colour of swan feathers, were streamed around the room with a gazebo covering the dining area. Beautiful fairy lights were entertained around the curtains, with a diamond chandelier glinting from the gazebo's roof, and balloons were tied in the four corners of the room. I could only dream of such a serene, beautiful, timeless wedding for myself. Walking closer, I could see large vases of white roses were placed on the white tables, with little love heart cushions placed on the seats in startling shades of red. White roses creeped up the gazebo's curtains, curling themselves around the fairy lights and there were ruby's hanging from the diamond chandelier, complementing the glittering, glassiness of the diamonds.
It was a small 'bump' followed by a clatter which bought me back to my senses and I spun on my heels to see a girl crouch on the floor in that position you make after you fall over and stick your hands out to prevent your head from smacking against the floor. It was a young girl about nineteen years old, and when she hauled herself to her feet, I could see she stood an inch taller than me. Her skin had an olive tint to it, more like the beautiful Violetta's than the incredibly tall Damon who was a little more tanned. Her hair was snipped short, but in a neat, pixie crop style fashion and a light brown, so light it borderlined dirty blonde, but just managed to cross over into the brown hair segment. It even had a tint of auburn to it when the light caught it and made me stare slightly. Her eyes were much darker in compassion, a deep chocolate colour and they shone out from her face. Like me, she wasn't dressed in her wedding get up yet, and was dressed rather plainly but it suited her; a long, knitted top the colour of ivy and a pair of white tights suited her black ankle boots well.
"Oh hello!" She called cheerfully, her face breaking into a cheery smile and I jumped slightly at the loudness of her voice. It was nothing compared to Nora's almost shrill, shouting tone but still made me jump. I've never exactly been a big fan of loud noises. "I'm Imelda!" She grinned at me and I figured giving her my own name was the appropriate response.
"Nelle…" My own town sounded a lot less confident, but I tried to ignore the fact I might just have put her off getting to know me. "I'm one of Nora's friends."
"Oh so am I!" She laughed. "Well, actually, dad's more a friend of Mrs Fuller, and he got invited to the wedding because they're still in contact. He's a nurse like she is," I nodded to show I was listening properly to what she was saying. "So, um…" She looked around the gazebo as if she wasn't sure whether the question she wanted to ask was correct or okay for her to ask, but her head made a sharp jerk, as if she was actually confirming this with herself instead of something else. "Have you met the wonderful Rhett yet?" The way she said the sentence, combined with her wide smile made my stomach clench all over again; I had this horrible feeling she might be either Rhett's current, ex, or possible girlfriend who was checking out the possible new candidate for Rhett's heart so to speak. I wondered whether or not Nora planned on instigating me into being her friend simply so she could convince Rhett to begin dating me, which made sense. I noticed how Rhett was the only one of the Fuller/Wise siblings who didn't have someone constantly shadowing him the way Nora and Damon, and Brie and Leon did with each other. I swallowed nervously before answering her question, praying I didn't do something totally stupid and embarrass or offend her with my retort.
"Yeah," I smiled, somewhat awkwardly as per usual, but I tried to ignore that factor. "In fact he gave me a lift her before going to pick up the Cullens; he told me their flight got cancelled and they had to come today instead of arriving last night as they originally planned to." I noticed her face fell slightly and I immediately regretted choosing to tell her that Rhett had given me a lift here. It immediately made me sound like the new girlfriend, or at least romantic possibility. "Not like I'm his girlfriend or anything!" The sentence sounded forced and incredibly contrived, but Imelda's face lit up at that, and so I was gratified by knowing I'd at least managed to cheer her up to some extent. "He was just the only one available to help me out, so he came and got me," she immediately seemed to relax at that and I did feel happier when that happened.
"You're so lucky!" Her tone was almost a sigh, as if she was fantasizing what it would be like to get a lift from Rhett herself, but I had no real response I could come up with. "I wish I could get personal lifts from people like Nora or Rhett!" She laughed, with an obvious nervousness to it, and smiled somewhat worriedly at me. "Where's your parents could I ask?"
"Oh! Um…Mom's busy working today, and my dad lives in Salt Lake City with his second wife and my half-siblings so I'm just here by myself today. Dad doesn't even know I've got some new friends yet because I only see him during the holidays. What about you?"
"Dad's a nurse, mom's a teacher, my older brother Carlos still lives with us along with his wife, Mira, and my little sisters, Justine and Tess, aren't even in high school yet." She smiled at me and looked around the gazebo. "Even now they still manage to shock me with how much money they're willing to put into a wedding! And I still can't really understand how Leon and Brie are sure they're even ready to get married! I mean, if I was seventeen and my boyfriend was eighteen, I sure wouldn't feel ready to get married!"
"Maybe it's because they've lived with each other so long…" Was all I could manage to form as a response. "I mean, they've had so much time to get to know each other, they might really know they're perfect for each other or however you feel when you're ready to tie the knot…"
"NELLE!" A voice interrupted me and I turned around, although the thick Irish accent and shrill tone practically gave away who it was. Nora was dressed in a blue, silken dressing gown with her hair platted over one side of her head in a slightly expensive looking smile; she had a pair of velvet, burning blue heels on her feet and I couldn't properly understand how she managed to wobble over to me at such a quick pace. When she reached me, her hands shot out amazingly fast and gripped my own, letting me see her blue nail polish. "Oh my gosh, I am so excited!" She squealed. "You have to see Brie's dress, it is so beautiful! And I bet yours is just as amazing! I am so excited!" She squealed all over again, knocking her fists together and springing up and down in her three inch heels, with amazing balance and steadiness together and springing up and down in her three inch heels, with amazing balance and steadiness that most gymnasts would be jealous of. "Now, come along, we so need to get ready!" She grabbed hold of me hand and began leading me away, only stopping to yell at Imelda about her own instructions.
"Oh Imelda!" She grinned that blinding smile which most superheroes would be jealous of, the way it radiated so much amazing warmth and security. "Maisha's waiting in the conservatory to do you're make up!" Imelda nodded, her smile fading a little, before slipping away. The second she did so Nora's smile slipped away, only for her face to reform in a picture of sadness and regret. "Poor thing, I don't know why her dad even bought her to the wedding." It wasn't a cruel tone, more one of self-annoyance and upset.
"Why's that?" I asked gingerly.
"Well…" Nora sighs and begins walking, pulling me along with you. "I have a confession to make…" Oh dear, that does not sound good, I tell myself. "I kinda made friends with you for ulterior motives…" My stomach clenched to such a horrifyingly tight degree I assumed it was going to implode on itself, and that sounded likely. "As you can probably tell, Rhett's the only one of us who hasn't found the person he loves the most in the world and…I often end up making friends in an attempt to find someone for her." I simply blinked at her, slightly shocked that she was actually doing it for such a selfless reason. "And Imelda…Well, she was one of my failed attempts. I really do like you Nelle!" She added quickly, gripping my hand tighter and smiling somewhat desperately at me. "But a lot of my friends have ended up heartbroken over the years." She sighed. "When Rhett doesn't really care about their attempts to flirt with him or become close to him." She sighed yet again and ran a manicured hand through her perfectly styled hair.
"I'm not mad!" I added quickly. "I mean, in fact, I'm kinda honoured you chose me to potentially be your sister-in-law, I really am! But that feels incredibly awkward. It was like Imelda knew who I was…"
Relieved by my smile, she replied. "She does," a nod followed that statement, "Most of the girl's I pick out for my brother can tell if they meet the…Replacement I guess. Imelda's nice enough, if not a little clumsy and overbearing at times, but Rhett's often lack of patience made that relationship downright impossible. In fact, in the end he flat out avoided her," she sighed and shook her head. "I know he can be rude and impossible to get along with at times but…There are things you don't know about him. I'm sorry!" She added quickly, although my imagination was already rolling and creating possibilities. "But you can't really know…Just yet. In time I might be able to tell you the truth, but for now, it's a secret…" Secrets? I've never been a good one at figuring out the truth behind secrets, so when I was told that, I was certain I'd never really find out.
Nora would've been the world's most perfect hairdresser if she gave herself the chance to choose that as a career possibility. She neatly brushed my hair, letting the comb rush against the hair she'd washed for me before drying it; carefully making sure there wasn't single knot within it. She gently swirled it into a perfect bun, fastening it with safety pins, before giving it a light dousing with hairspray and smiling to her own reflection, assured she'd done a good job. Good wasn't the word for it. Think perfect and you might've been about a quarter close to how artistically perfectionised her hairstyling abilities had clearly become over the years she'd been practicing. I was surprised a seventeen year old could achieve that.
My mind kept glancing back to Imelda though; thinking about all the pain she must've gone through when my new bouncy friends' adoptive brother had spurned her chances for love, but I didn't bring this up. I didn't want to spoil Brie and Leon's big day-despite the uncomfortableness because I knew that'd be selfish. If you ruined someone else's wedding, that was practically a cardinal sin in some people's books, including my own mother's. So I simply sat there, occasionally returning Nora's smile whenever I caught her reflection in the mirror; she was gently dusting my cheeks with blusher so I looked a little bit more 'human' to the rest of the public. After coating my lashes in a generous layer of mascara, not wanting to put on false lashes because she claimed mine were "enviously long enough", she continued with my eyes and proceeded with eye liner; it was liquid liner which was shaped like a school pen sort of shape-not the usual brush which was used. She bothered coating my lips with gloss and plucking my eyebrows to perfection before smiling neatly and pulling me out of the chair.
"Now, I have a massive favour to ask you, and feel free to say 'no', kay?" She asked me and I nodded. "Could you possibly hold my dressing gown whilst I get my dress on? It'll mean you'll have to see me in my underwear, but I don't think I'm too hideous!" She laughed like a joyous, melodic hyena after saying that and clapped her hands together like an excited child. I found it almost hilarious Nora was calling herself hideous, because on good look at her immediately contradicted that statement; the second you saw her in all of her stunning, glittering, positive glory you couldn't help but feel the unnatural sense of happiness which seemed to spill out of her. "After this, we can go and see Brie! Rosalie was helping her get ready," she added and if I recalled correctly, she was one of the Cullen family, who must've arrived in the past forty minutes which Nora had been doing my makeup.
"Oh no, it's fine!" I told her. Seeing someone in their underwear didn't unnerve me too much, or even make me cringe really; maybe because my mom was a nurse and often spent time having to look at naked people whilst undressing and then redressing them during hospital which had influenced my own easiness around people at least in their underwear.
Underneath the expensive coloured dressing gown, Nora was every bit as pale and porcelain as someone of her literal 'snow white' complexion could possibly be. Her waist was tiny, almost anorexically thin, however there was some distinctive muscle toning around her thighs and legs. Part of me recalled Rhett mentioning to me that she was big on horses whilst we were in the car together and it clicked; I figured she must've been someone who spent all of their time training and riding on horses, practicing and toning till the horse was perfectly trained. The striking blackness of her underwear made her seem like a pasty ghost, but I quickly averted my eyes, not wanting to watch another girl getting undressed. Picking up a turquoise coloured dress, with a strap reaching over one shoulder-looking almost like it came from ancient Greek mythology, she slipped it on before spinning around, the bottom of the dress flaring out as she did so-her heels matching it perfectly. One strip of blue material hung over her shoulder and she smiled at me, before walking back over to her dressing table.
It was a magnificence white thing with a large glass mirror and she sat down on the white chair with a silk seating which she gently rested on. Picking up a tube of red "lip-shiner"-apparently a combination of lipstick and lip gloss-labelled 'Raging Rogue' she coated her mouth in a matter of under thirty seconds before turning around and grinning. The explosion of beautiful redness on her mouth made it practically burst out of her face in a practically hypnotizing glow of colour. "Bright…" I managed to mutter, feeling my eyes squint a little at the brightness of her lips.
"That's why I love it!" She laughed before rushing over to her large chest of draws and pulling out a slightly greener shaded turquoise feather bower before slinging it over her shoulders. "Tada!" She wiggled her fingers and smiled perfectly. The brightness of her wedding outfit shone in the pale yellows, creams and whites of her bedroom. Her bed was draped with golden silk fabric and had matching silken pillows, with several golden drapes leaning over her bed; her bed was enormous and shaped like a medieval style Queen bed although the wood was beige and matched the lightness of the room. The large windows on the side of the room where you couldn't get a good look at her walk in closet or chest of draws let in bursts of light which illuminated the rooms' soft, cool colours and general light atmosphere which matched Nora's own light, calm, cool personality.
"Could I possibly get changed in your walk in closet?" I asked her, the large windows still making me worry about some pervert being able to ogle me. "It's one I can pull upwards from around my ankles, so I don't need your help!" I insisted and she smiled sympathetically-as if she understood my fears of someone catching me whilst undressing.
Nora Wise's walk in closet was a fashion haven; shirts, t-shirts, blouses, jumpers, shirts, jeans, trousers, shorts, leggings, tights, skirts, dresses, shoes, handbags, scarves, jewellery, hats, gloves and a lot more aligned the place, messily strewn about, with one chair sitting in the farthest corner. It matched the chair beside Nora's dressing table, although I didn't realise it at the time. The entire back wall was composed of several large, unfathomably expensive mirrors with the wood of the framing carved into several roses; reflecting my somewhat nervous figure. The lavender toning of my underwear had been specifically chosen to match my especially bought dress and shoe set. Taking my dress neatly out of my beige handbag, I slipped it on around my ankles and pulled it upwards, smoothing it down gently and staring back at myself in the mirror; smiling slightly with an unusual pride spilling outwards. "Nelle!" Nora's voice called from outside, however she spoke again before I could reply. "If you're ready, I have something for you! To like…Finish your outfit!"
"Just a second," I replied as I pushed my grandma's earrings into the holes on my ears and slipped on the bracelet. Stepping out of the walk in closet, I was faced with a beaming Nora, who looked even more impossibly happy than her usual self.
"You look amazing!" She squealed, rushing forwards at an impossible speed and pulling me into a lung bursting hug, her slender arms wrapping tightly around my back and pulling me against her cool skin. "Much more colour coordinated than me with my turquoise and blue number! And your jewellery is completely beautiful I must add-especially the earrings? Were they a relatives?"
"Yep," I nodded as a reply. "My mom's mom's-she passed away when I was about four, and they were given to me when I was about ten." I smiled at her. "But you're much more striking and beautiful than me Nora! I mean, I have to wear all this makeup to look this good! You can just wear lipstick and look like you put in twice as much effort!"
Nora laughed at that comment and smiled her usual Cheshire grin. "We can argue later about who looks better, okay, Ms Hillon? First of all, we have got to check out Brie! I know she's going to be the vision of perfection, but that doesn't stop me from being curious! None of us, except mam, have been allowed to have a sneak preview to her dress!" I found it endearing the way Nora referred to Letitia as 'mam', unlike Rhett who simply referred to her as 'Lettie'. Maybe Letitia, being Nora's aunt, had a more motherly connection to Rhett who was simply an adoptive child of the Fuller's? But she had me beat regarding seeing the sheer perfection which Brie was probably exemplifying right now. Knowing how amazing Brie managed to simply look during school hours, I was partially dreading how gorgeous she'd managed to make herself look for her own wedding. I found it slightly bizarre that Brie hadn't asked for me to see it earlier, but maybe she and Rosalie Hale-apparently Brie's counterpart in the Cullen family-were plotting something extra special. If Rosalie Hale was Brie's counterpart, I knew my esteem was going to take a battering, but for once I didn't even care. Nora's pleasant demeanour had put me in a wonderful mood which I was praying no-one would be able to prevent me from feeling-I swore she had an affinity for spiking happiness within anyone she came into contact with. Maybe it was her very own "superpower", like my chlorokinesis.
Nora didn't have to drag me down the hall for once, although she walked in front of me, clasping her hands together like an excited child waiting for Christmas to come, and she kept throwing me nervous glances. It astounded me how naturally she almost seemed to glide along in her three inch blue shoes, practically floating along the wooden floor, barely touching it every time I looked. Her feather bower, which I was sure was actually taller than her if you measured them against each other, trailed against the floor as she walked, a couple of feathers being left in her blindingly bright wake. Amazingly I'd managed to walk normally, and it turned out all of my hard work practicing walking up and down in these shoes was finally paying off in a noticeable way-in other words, I wasn't falling over or even wobbling too much with every step I took.
The Fuller homes' second story home corridor was painted cream colours, with ancient brown beams looming overhead and similar mahogany planking placed along the walls like banisters' if you lost your balance. Although, to be fair, if you saw all the heels in Brie and Nora's wardrobes combined, you'd understand why you'd need something to grab onto whilst walking down a long hallway like this one. Brie's bedroom was apparently at the end of the hallway, but you could've guessed that the second you saw the door. All the doors in the Fuller's home were painted white with golden doorknobs, however the 'children's' room doors were all personalized; Nora's had birds stencilled on-painted in bright, flashy colours, Rhett's was entirely plain apart from one large, golden eagle dancing from the bottom upwards-spray-painted different colours, Leon's had an explosion of black, silver and red fireworks-matching his somewhat explosive temper according to Nora, Damon's was painted with palm trees, sand dunes and looked like a tropical beach, and Brie's was decorated with a series of roses-coloured red, pink, violet and lavender. The doors ironically seemed to match each of the Fuller siblings.
Brie's door also had her name exquisitely carved into it, with the areas inscribed filled in with black-a nice contrast to the rich colours of the roses. Nora didn't knock when we arrived at the room, simply knowing we were expected, as if she'd planned the entire day out perfectly; to be totally honest, I didn't doubt she would've planned it all out. Slipping inside, I was greeted with a world composed of soft, incredibly feminine colours-composed of pinks, purples, whites and the odd powdery blue. Like Nora, she had a princess style drape over her literal heart shaped bed-only Brie's seemed to be silken unlike Nora's chiffon. She had a rug draped across the laminated floor-a mink one I guessed judging by the colour. Like Nora, she had a large vanity table, a matching white like Nora's-only her's seemed to be even more polished and also, more warn, with dozens of bottles sitting on the counter.
She wasn't actually in her bedroom, according to Nora; she had three adjoining rooms to her bedroom: her on suite bathroom, her walk in closet, and her mirror room. The mirror room pretty much spoke for itself in my mind, but I still wasn't too sure what it'd be like. It was a large archway that lead to the mirror room, exposing the room which was composed in a circular dome instead-although there were about eight mirrors when I did a quick glance, counting each mirror hurriedly as we approached it-with Nora getting more and more eager by the second.
And the second I saw her, my self-esteem practically disintegrated into a festering pile of dust which evaporated into nothing as the wind blew its sad, sorry remains away. Brie stood in the middle of the room, all eight mirrors reflecting her porcelain doll like beauty around-making it inescapable not to catch a glimmer of her perfection. Her dress was so expensive I had no idea how much it must've cost and I dreaded to think; the bodice part was make of silk, with intricate decoration and a bow tied just above the waist, with the skirt meringue itself being made of lace-and embroided at the ending of each tier. Her shoes were hidden underneath the thick layering of the dress, but they added an extra two inches onto her height, making her 5'10". A diamond necklace, with snowflake patterns made of something that looked like silver hung around her neck, looking almost as white as her snowy chest. A fresh bouquet of creamy-yellow roses was situated in her left hand, whilst a silver purse with a bow similar to the one on her dress was in her right; her nails were painted lavender. Her naturally waved hair had two thick strands clipped back behind her head with a pearl and diamond encrusted clip which held the strands securely in place; no need for a veil-with a face like hers, would you really need one? She was perfectly made up, although was wearing very little makeup. Just clustered lashes, a good layer of eyeliner although it was fairly thin compared to my own, and sparkling lip gloss. "Wow…" I managed to smile at Brie, who grinned back proudly. "You look…Like a goddess. Aphrodite maybe?"
Brie just laughed at that and gestured towards the other woman, Rosalie Hale, who was standing by one of the mirrors on the right hand side of the room, clearly admiring her own handiwork. Rosalie was like a blond, taller, slightly more poised and model like version of Brie; Brie looked more like a beautiful young model used for something like makeup adverts-facial modelling, while Rosalie looked more like an underwear model. But they were both evidently each other's counterparts-the most poised beauties of either family. Rosalie looked slightly more relaxed in her getup, but then again, it wasn't her wedding-although she was almost as magnificent as the bride herself. It was a champagne pink one shoulder number, like Nora's, and I realised they were going to be playing bridesmaid, only in different colours; Rosalie's dress was more embellished though. Diamond threading aligned the neckline and waist, with a pair of white shoes sticking out the bottom. Her hair was tied into an immaculate bun, twisted round onto the left hand side of her head-with a diamond crocodile clip in her hair, with silver chaining hanging off, threaded with amethysts. Both the Cullens and the Fullers were clearly richer than God.
"Should I go and wait downstairs?" I asked the three beautiful, pale doll-like women. "I mean, I'm not one of your bridesmaids, I feel like I'm intruding somewhat…" I admitted to her.
"You don't have to…" Brie started to say but I cut her off.
"Oh no! I want to-let you and however many bridesmaids you have some time to talk about…Wedding-ish things?"
"It's just Maisha to come," Brie smiled at me, her melodic voice spilling out over the air. "But I'm sure Alice and Bella will talk to you-even if Bella takes a little coaxing. She's shy-shyer than most of the people here actually," Brie nodded somewhat distantly before smiling at me again, her entire face pulling itself into a picture of beauty and happiness-both of which were completely accurate, especially the latter. "But Alice will definitely interrogate you about your entire life; won't she, Rose?" She looked over at Rosalie who laughed silently, nodding her head in agreement.
"Alice is the most sociable of our family," her voice was crisp and precise, although it chilled me slightly. Rosalie seemed a little more awkward around me than Brie and Nora, but it figured. Brie and Nora had known me longer…By about two days, but that can make a difference to someone. "Nice meeting you."
"You too," I nodded at her, before leaving the three goddesses to bask in their own beauty and family connections. As I left the room, I crossed paths with an auburn haired woman whose hair was tied upwards into a long, curling ponytail, and she was dressed in an outfit identical in style to Rosalie and Nora's, only her's was a beautiful crimson red-complimenting her auburn locks. Roses, matching the crimson of the dress, were sewn onto the collar and down the right hand side, with a slit passing up the left. She smiled at me as we made eye contact but didn't speak-as if she knew she'd get the chance later and I made my way down the corridor, and back down the white spiralling staircase to the pale coloured living room. To my surprise, and relief, there were only two more mysterious, beautiful family members standing there, talking quietly to each other in hushed tones.
When my foot hit the step in which they could look upwards and properly look at me, they both turned their heads upwards at the same time-in an almost creepy fashion, like some old fashioned horror movie. The shorter girl, who stood at about 5'1"-an inch taller than Nora, although she looked her natural height because she was wearing ballet pump style white shoes, had an olive tint to her skin. Her hair was such a dark, mahogany brown it would've looked black in some lights, but in the bright living room glow it obviously was mahogany; her hair was styled part beehive, but a larger percentage of it was hanging loose, although it still looked retro. Her black and white dress also had a sixties hint to it-a tight waist and reaching just above the knees, the dress was a checkered pattern crafted out of glitter. Her eyelids were dusted white and her amber eyes shone slightly-she had a white chunky bracelet wrapped around her wrist and she was smiling gently.
The other girl, who was about 5'4" and also wearing flats, although they were a pastel yellow coloured sandal, were partially hidden by her strapless banana yellow dress. Her dark brown hair was hanging down loosely and had a slight curl to it; she had creamy eye shadow dusted on her eyelids and a gloss to her lips, which was similar to my own. She too was pale skinned, like the others-almost as papery as Nora, yet just as perfect with her heart shaped face, straight nose and striking figure which stood proud in the light, although she was nibbling her lip somewhat nervously. Her golden eyes kept flicking around the room, and she nervously smiled at me, as if she was just as anxious about being here as I was; it wasn't surprising the retro girl spoke first. "Hello!" Her voice had a slight accent to it-Puerto Rican if I was right. "I'm Katarina, but everyone calls me Kitty! This is Bella Cullen," she gestured towards the nervous girl with a flick of her wrist.
"Hi…" She mumbled as I made my way down the stairs, but she managed to smile at me, her eyes lighting up a little bit.
"Hi," I managed to remain relaxed in the presence as I pulled myself off the last step and come down to the same level as them, but it was the tiniest flicker of movement-just outside the window which caught my attention, causing me to look to my left, out of one of the large, rectangular windows, onto the wooden porch sitting out front. There was a petite woman standing there, only about 5'3", with pale skin matching Bella's, although it possessed a little more colour and her figure was even thinner; her dress was royal blue and had a corset like tightness around the chest area, with the dress sweeping around her ankles, hiding her shoes. Her chocolate brown hair was cropped to her shoulders with a fringe, and her eyes were the same golden as pretty much everyone else at this wedding seemed to have. But what struck me was the look she seemed to give me; for the briefest of seconds, she seemed to glower.
Notes: I hope Rosalie wasn't too OOC, although I'll try and write her better as time flies, I'm so worried that I've got her totally wrong, so I apologize in advance.
I hope Imelda was okay for you Villains' Bad Girl because she took quite some time for me to craft her correctly.
And as for the vampire who gave Nelle a little bit of an angry look? That was June, one of Rhett's ex-possible mates whom he rejected, who was also his adoptive sister-however she's going to have an incredibly important role!
Tadaa!