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"Claire!" I called down the hallway. She came walking towards the women's dressing room with a big smile on her face. Since the two of us weren't technically "The Bridal Party", Claire and I were overseeing the organization of things with some of the other wolves and few guest like Emily's Mom and brother, Sam's cousin, and a few more friends. It was a small Chapel wedding, but it would be lovely; especially since it was snowing. The view of the snow from the chapel was perfect.
"What do you need?" Claire asked.
"Can you zip me up?" I said, turning. "I can't get the part towards the top."
"Sure," she said chirpily. Ever since she had talked to Quil a week before, she'd her eyes were always shining, and after such little time. Oh, the magic of imprinting!
Claire's dress was amethyst purple. It was long sleeved, with a v-neck, neckline, and an a-line shape. From the rib cage down to her knees, it was sheer fabric over white silk, and the top was purple silk. She wore little make up, white tights and boots with it, and a white smile. Her hair was in its usual adorable bob with her bangs clipped back in a silver clip. She wore silver hoop earrings, and a small silver necklace that had a silver, old fashioned looking key hanging on it, the key embedded with tiny amethyst. The girl could dress up.
I wore my dress that we had picked out a month or so ago, with my strappy black heels. My hair hung down my back, my natural curls were behaving for once. I wore the ring Colin had given me, a pair of dangly diamond earrings (partially fake!) and the necklace Colin had given me.
After Claire zipped up my dress, she helped me finish my make up, then I put on my strappy heels and we headed to make sure the decorations for the ceremony and reception were nice.
In the sanctuary, most of the wolves (save Paul and Jared) were setting up for the wedding. The place was decorated with blue and silvers buntings and draperies. Blue flowers were hung here and there in a nice fashion. At the beginning of the aisle, but the doors, a silver arch stood, blue twigs and lights laced through and around it. There were also candlesticks here and there, giving a romantic touch. It really did look like a winter wonderland.
In the reception hall, boys and the wedding designer walked around setting up. White curtains had been hung to cover all the walls, coming from the middle of the ceiling. It was supposed to have an outdoor, in a tent feel to it. Lights around the room were mostly blue, lighting up behind the curtains. White sheets covered the chairs around the table, with a silver bow wrapped around it to keep the sheet in place.
In a clear bowl of water, blue and white flower petals floated around, a small candle beneath the bowl. Blue napkins on silver rings sat on glass plates with the silverware placed properly on either side. Little note cards with names sat in front of the place settings. At the head table with the bride and groom, I sat directly next to Sam since I was his sister. Next was Paul because he was the Best Man. On Emily's side, her brother sat next to her, then Leah. We had decided it was a sibling on each side, then the Best Man and maid of Honor.
"Sammy Jade!" Embry called to me. I turned around with a smile on my tired face. Honestly, I think that the two people getting the most stress of the wedding were Leah and I. We were both constantly in Emily's company, and the nerves were making her crazy. Leah and I also had a slight suspicion of the something else causing her mood swings. We had been discussing it earlier in the week when we had the house to ourselves for a little while.
"She's been eating a lot." Leah said.
"She's dizzy all the time." I pitched in.
"Heat flashes." Leah sighed.
"Gaining weight." I thought about how they had to make a few adjustments on her dress.
"Swollen ankles." Leah commented. "She hasn't worn tennis shoes in forever, and all of a sudden, boom!"
"Mood swings." I grimaced, having gotten the brunt of Emily's angry and sad sides.
"It all makes sense." Leah said.
"It might be the wedding nerves getting to her." I reminded.
"That doesn't explain the morning sickness two weeks before the wedding." Leah said.
"Very true." I sighed. "So you really think…?"
"Yeah, I do." Leah said.
"Wow." I sighed. "Emily's pregnant."
"Hey, Embry," I said. "What's up?"
"Quil and I were wondering when we were supposed to start filming?" he asked. I had almost forgotten. Embry was videotaping the ceremony.
"The second 'Destiny of Love' starts to play," I said for the millionth time. "When it begins, press record and point the camera towards the doors. Film from then on, until the doors close after Sam and Emily leave the sanctuary to go to the reception. Then, Brady will tape the reception, so you don't have to worry about that."
"Okay," he nodded. "Do you want me to video a few pre-wedding snippets?"
I smiled at the suggestion. "Wonderful. But, come find me before you go to Emily's dressing room. I want to film that."
"Gotcha boss," Embry threw his signature grin and headed away. I then talked to Quil about timing of the music, and Seth and Brady about escorting people to their seats. I met Claire in the kitchen as we made sure everything was going smoothly in there. We then sat behind the church on a bench, relaxing and getting a breath of fresh air.
"I never knew," Claire breathed deeply. "That the job we had was so stressful. We're supposed to know how everything goes and what will happen when, and who will do what, and exactly what the bride wants. I mean, we're only fifteen! And isn't that the maid of honor's job?"
"Leah is busy calming Emily down and fixing her up," I responded. "and Emily gave us the job because we're mature and able to handle it."
"I know," she grumbled. "But it's still exhausting."
"That I can agree with," I smiled. "I am so tired, it's not even funny."
"Exactly," She replied. Just as we both closed our eyes and sat in silence for a few minutes, Embry called. I flipped open Sam's phone that I had been carrying all day.
"Sam-may Jade!" he said loudly, making me flinch. "Ready to film Emily's pre-wedding film?"
"Yep," I said, sitting up chirpily. "Meet Claire and me outside the dressing rooms, we'll be there in a minute."
"See you then."
I pouted most of the way to the dressing rooms. I wanted to be with Colin then, to be relaxing on the couch, curled up in his embrace. I was being slightly spoiled, yes, but it might be because of imprinting. I wanted to be with him right now, but he was busy setting up, and I was busy telling him how to set up.
Just as promised, Claire and I met Embry outside the dressing room, where he handed me the camera, telling me the battery was fully charged and would probably last an hour or two.
"Hey, Em," I said, walking in the room with the camera. She turned from where she was and rushed over to me, hugging me tightly.
"Hey, sweetie," She said. She also hugged Claire.
"Ready to be on camera?" Claire asked.
"I guess so," Emily said. "But I don't what the fun is in filming me getting ready."
"Don't be silly," I scoffed. "Everyone knows that all the good stuff happens in the girl's dressing room. So, sit in that chair, crack open the champagne, and let's get started."
She laughed and did as was told. I stood off to the side, filming the process of Leah doing her makeup. She had a little bit of foundation and blush on her face, then barely a touch of grey eye shadow. She had some mascara, and was finished with clear lip gloss that she applied every now and then to keep her lips shiny. But the shocking part was that her scars were barely visible. Leah had made it so that she looked as if she barely had any make up on, but she probably had tons.
"Okay," Leah giggled, downing the last of her champagne, though she had had a few glasses. "Look in the mirror, Emily."
When Emily turned around, she gasped and tears filled her eyes. "Oh, Leah." She gently touched her face.
"Don't cry," Leah said, wrapping her arms around Emily from behind. She kissed Emily's hair and then pulled away. "Now, it's time for Sammy to do your hair."
Emily blinked a few times and then gently wiped under her eyes before smiling at me. I plugged in the curling iron and started brushing her hair.
"Seriously?" I said after a moment of silence. "I need some good music; really good music. Otherwise, I can't work."
Rachel laughed before walking to the stereo and pressing play. Suddenly, Ke$ha started playing. I couldn't help but erupt into the laughter as we all started singing.
I pinned back the top half of Emily's hair so that I could curl the bottom more easily. I sprayed her hair with curling spray, and began curling. After I curled each small strand of hair, I sprayed it again with the curling spray, then a little bit of hairspray. I let the bottom down, and then repeated the process for the top half of her hair, all the while munching on small snacks and listening to the latest music with all the girls. Leah cracked a bunch of jokes all the time, so we were all eating, laughing, or singing.
After I finished curling Emily's hair, I sprayed it all one more time again. Once I tousled the hair a little bit, to give it a naturally messy but cute look, I opened a pack of bobby pins that had little studs on the end of each. I would twist each curl gently, then roll it around the pin and nestle into her head. It was a slow process, since I had made small curls, and Emily had a lot of hair. Once I had pinned them all up in a loose bun, we sprayed the bun some. I pulled a few shorter curls from her bangs out of her hair and let them fall slightly in her face to make it more natural. Then, after adding a white and blue flower clip, her hair was completed.
Emily got up and went into the changing room where Leah and I helped her get the dress on without ruining her hair or make up. When the dress was on and prepared, we walked out of the changing room where we put on her jewelry and shoes. Her earrings and necklace were simple tear drop, light blue diamonds, and she looked more beautiful than ever.
Emily's brother, Scott, walked in just then. Scott was a tall, very buff man. He had been in the army for very long time and happened to inherit huge muscles. At twenty three, I had to admit he was gorgeous. He slightly bigger than Sam, but he didn't have gross muscles. They were still attractive…very attractive.
"Emmy!" he exclaimed, dropping his bags on the floor. His flight had been delayed, so he got to the chapel a little late. She picked up her dress and rushed over, throwing her arms around his neck. He twirled her around and set her down, smiling widely at her. He looked up, and his eyes glanced around the room, stopping at Leah.
They looked at each other deeply, with shock, confusion, and adoration. Scott's eyes widened as he took in Leah's gorgeous frame, all dressed up and everything, and smiled slightly. Leah's widened eyes showed horror, yet relief.
Leah had imprinted on Scott.