Chapter 151

Carol’s POV

“Stop moving!” Fiona scowled. “You are going to make me mess up.”

“Sorry…” I murmured. “I’m not used to others doing my makeup for me.”

“You aren’t used to makeup at all,” she teased, a sly grin on her face. “But girl, you look hot!”

“You truly do look beautiful,” Madison breathed, glancing up from her phone momentarily to look at me. “I need to get to the packhouse though and make sure everything is all set. The limo driver will be here shortly to pick you up and make sure you don’t see Alpha Aiden until you get to the packhouse. It’s bad luck.”

“Isn’t that a superstition for traditional human weddings?” I asked.

“Technically this doubles as a human wedding,” she reminded. “And I’m a sucker for superstitions," she added, winking at me.

I smiled, which caused another scolding from Fiona.

“Seriously, Carol. It’s like you want to mess up this makeup. At least wait until it sets,” she pouted.

“Sorry,” I murmured for the thousandth time this evening. “Will Oliver be joining us?”

She shook her head as she rummaged through her makeup bag, pulling out a light pink blush.

“He’s with Aiden,” she told me. “He said he would meet me at the packhouse.”

“Are things going well with you two?” I asked, prying into her love life. I knew they had been spending a lot of time together since their first date the other day. When they aren’t together, they text constantly. It’s almost sickening… almost.

A blush crept along her cheeks, almost the same shade as the blush she was applying to my cheeks.

“Things are going great,” she admitted. “He asked me to stay…”

My mouth nearly dropped open, but I caught myself because I knew she would scold me again.

“He wants you to stay? In the Capitol? For how long?” I couldn’t help but ask her; it was a good distraction, and I needed to think about anything else other than my future and the fact that I was going to be married and a Luna in the next several hours.

“Forever,” she said, trying hard not to smile. I could tell she was excited by this news, but she was downplaying it for whatever reason.

“Fiona, that’s huge,” I nearly shouted, excited beyond belief for my friend.

She shrugged, looking uncertain for a moment.

“I have a life back home though,” she said, shrugging a shoulder. “I mean… I’m trying to have a life back home.”

“You are in a career that can and should move, Fi,” I reminded her. “You don’t have a lot of clients in the small town. But here... you could have so much more. He’s offering you so much more. Didn’t you have an interview with one of the clothing labels in the city? That’s huge and could be amazing for your career.”

She nodded and bit her lower lip as she thought about what I had said. She closed the blush container and rummaged through her bag until she found the lipstick, lipliner, and lip gloss she was looking for.

“I guess it’s just a big step. I’ve only known him for a few days. Shouldn’t we go slower than that?” She asked, uncapping the lip liner.

“He’s your mate. Werewolves don’t know the definition of slow,” I told her.

She immediately shushed me while she applied the lipliner. Her eyes were so focused, but I knew her mind was elsewhere. I wanted to hug my friend and assure her that everything was going to be okay.

Once she finished my lipstick, she sprayed some rose water finishing spray on my face, making me crinkle my nose. She finally stepped back and gave me a satisfied smile, clapping her hands together.

“You look breathtaking,” she breathed; her eyes were welling up with tears.

“I’m not even in the dress yet,” I reminded her; though my hair and makeup were done, I still wore a tank top and pajama shorts.

I decided to keep my hair simple; it was curled and cascaded around my shoulders delicately. There was a small diamond hairpin in the corner of my hair, pinning my curly locks out of my face and showing off my brightened features.

Even I had to admit, as I looked into the mirror and hardly recognized myself, I looked beautiful. Despite Madison's protests, Fiona put herself in charge of my hair and makeup. If she had her own way, she would have hired a makeup artist and hairstylist. But she finally agreed once she saw Fiona’s hair and makeup.

We left the bedroom and walked into the living room where my mother was speaking to the clothing designer. She was one of the designers Fiona would be working with if she were to accept the job offer.

The designer was putting some finishing touches on the silky white gown that I would be wearing for the evening. It was the most elegant and beautiful dress I had ever seen, and my breath hitched when I saw pearls around the waist. My chest filled and tears started to emerge in my own eyes.

I quickly blinked them away knowing that Fiona would be furious if I started crying on the spot.

My mother on the other hand was weeping like a baby.

“Mom, are you okay?” I asked as I approached her.

She turned to look at me and she gasped at my appearance.

“Oh, honey. You look beautiful,” she nearly croaked as she wrapped me in her arms. “I’m just so happy for you. I can’t believe you are getting married.”

My smile widened so much that my cheeks hurt.

“I know; I can’t believe it either,” I told her honestly. “It all feels like such a dream.”

She held me at arm's length as she took a good look at my face.

“Today is a day that you will remember for the rest of your life,” she whispered, more tears spilling out of her eyes. “I couldn’t be prouder of you.”

“You don’t think we are moving too fast, do you?” I found myself asking.

She raised her brows.

“Sweetheart, there is no timeline when it comes to love,” she told me. “Do you love Aiden?”

“With my entire heart,” I said without hesitation.

“Then, that’s all you need to know,” she said simply.

“I think the dress is ready for you to put on,” the designer said, standing straight as she looked at me.

I took a deep breath and nodded.

It took all three women to help me put the dress on; I was so nervous I didn’t want ot touch it. The last thing I wanted was to ruin such a delicate and expensive gown.

The dress fit like an absolute glove, and I felt like a princess wearing it. Both Fiona and my mother were in tears as they looked at me. I turned to look at them, uncertain about whether or not I could pull off this dress. But as soon as I saw the look in their eyes, I knew I looked better than any of our expectations.

“I have something for you,” my mother said as she went over to the bag she left on the couch. She rummaged through it before returning to me with a long black box. I knew the type of jewelry that was kept in those types of boxes and my breathing hitched.

I looked at her, completely dumbfounded.

Her smile only grew.

I took the box from her and with trembling fingers, I opened it, gasping at the beautiful pearl necklace that sat within. It had a gorgeous diamond necklace in the shape of a snowflake; it was a very small diamond, but it gave the pearl necklace that perfect finishing touch.

“Oh, Mom…” I whispered, unable to keep the tears out of my eyes this time.

“I wore this on my wedding,” she told me. “And I’d like you to wear it for yours. Plus, it goes with your dress.”

She sniffled as she released the tears in her eyes.

“It would be an honor to wear this necklace,” I told her, my tone trembling.

She stepped around me and I felt her hands wrap the necklace around my neck. She clasped it and allowed it to dangle against my chest. It was the perfect fit, resting just above my deep cleavage.

After we hugged and Fiona fixed my eye makeup, the designer helped me put my matching silver heels on my feet, giving me some extra height.

I turned to face my mother and friend, a nervousness bubbling in the pit of my stomach.

“You look incredible,” Fiona nearly cried.

I couldn’t help but smile.

“I should probably fix my makeup,” my mother laughed as she wiped at her eyes. “I’ve been crying so much.”

I laughed.

“I’ll help you,” Fiona told her, guiding her towards the bathroom.

“If there’s anything else you need, let me know,” the designer said, staring at me adoringly.

“You’ve done enough; thank you for your help,” I told her, giving her a polite smile.

She nodded and started to pack up her things, just as there was a knock on the door. With long strides, I made it to the doorway and pulled it open.

“Good evening, mam,” an older gentleman wearing a black suit said, bowing his head in my direction. “I am your limo driver, Edmond. I am ready whenever you are.”

“Just give me one moment,” I said, running back into the apartment. I grabbed my silver purse off the couch, there wasn’t anything in it besides some lip-gloss, but it complimented the rest of my outfit, or so Fiona said.

Fiona and my mother walked out of the bathroom moments later, both giggling. But they stopped when they saw Edmond standing at the doorway, then they turned their gazes to me.

The only thing I could think to say was, “I guess it’s time that I got married.”