Violent Little Thing (Lily and Luciano) novel Chapter 187

It’s been a really nice week being back home. Things have been relaxed and somewhat normal and now my best friend and my brothers are getting married. Nico, Mason and I drove over to my parent’s home early this morning and they very quickly got pulled away to safety by my dads. “Quick, we have to hide before we’re asked to do more shit!” Kaiden’s dad had said. I laughed but quickly wiped the smile off my face when Mia came storming down the stairs yelling on the phone to someone about flowers.

Mia glances at me for a brief second before threatening some poor worker more and then hanging up. She turns to me, and I raise my hands in surrender.

“You’re late!”

I glance at my phone and roll my eyes. “By six minutes.”

“Six minutes that now needs to be taken from somewhere else. I swear to God, absolutely nothing wants to go right today!”

“Woah there, bridezilla.” I say mockingly and realize very quickly that was NOT the right thing to say as she death glares me. “Okay, okay, look, everything is going to be fine. You’re getting married, this is meant to be a happy day! And I brought wine.” I pull the bottle from my bag, her favorite bottle, and wave it in her face. Her lip twitches slightly like she wants to smile but she holds it back.

“Okay, fine, you get brownie points for the wine, but we really do need to get ready.”

“Gotcha.” I nod seriously and follow her back up the stairs to her bedroom. Her massive princess style dress hangs over the window. It absolutely screams Mia. With a corset style top and a heap of that frilly shit that flows out from the waist. It’s got some sort of a sparkly stuff in the frilly stuff and look a like pearls over the corset. It’s all a lot of girly shit…but it is beautiful. She’s got six inch heals to match, saying that it will bring her to the perfect height for pictures with my brothers. A lacey veil, tear drop, gold earrings, and a gold love heart necklace that’s smothered in diamonds. She is completed prepared and ready. Every detail has been thought through and planned exactly how she envisioned her big day and I have to wonder if mine would be the same. Would I have to do all this stuff that I hate, just for everyone else to be happy with my wedding?

“Are you listening?” She pulls me from my thoughts.

“Huh? Yeah, totally. I can kill the florist if you like.”

“Hmm…that’s sweet but no murder on my wedding day, okay?”

“Yeah yeah, sure.”

“I’m serious, Isla. Promise me you won’t murder anyone on my wedding day.”

“Mia, girl, I got you, its fine. I promise.” I give her my most innocent smile, and she visibly relaxes.

There’s a knock on the door and a couple girls enter with large suitcases full of beauty products. I’m ushered to a chair and Mia uncorks the wine, handing me a glass. It was a present for her but it’s a gift for me right now for having to deal with these people smothering me in makeup and pulling at my hair.

“You know that’s attached to my head, right?” snap at one of them as she halts mid brush.

“She’s just being a baby, don’t mind her.” Mia says from her own chair.

I have to give it to these girls, they really did a good job.

Mia has her long brown hair curled and styled with a few pieces pulled back at the top to twist in a little messy bun while the rest of her hair flows freely down her back. Her makeup is flawless, making her brown eyes stand out.

You look beautiful.”

“You’re meant to say that after I put my dress on.”

“So put it on!” I say happily and she smiles brightly at me.

“You’re going to have to help me.”

“Of course. Like I’d let you stumble into that thing alone.” I laugh, going over to the window to pull the dress down. “Holy fuck Mia, this thing ways a ton! What the hell is it made of? You’re going to struggle just to get down the aisle!”

“Beauty is pain, Isla.” She scoffs, taking the dress from me but struggling to hold it up off the floor to avoid it dragging. “Okay, yeah, it’s a little heavy, but it really is pretty.”

After a lot of struggling and maneuvering, we finally got the dress on her.

“Alright, hold it up so I can do up the million and one buttons back here.” I get started at the base, working my way up slowly. “I can’t believe you’re getting married to my brothers.”

“I know.” She whispers.

“And then you’ll become the next Donna.”

“I know…” I look over her shoulder into the mirror she’s facing and I see the absolute fear of god in her eyes.

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