“Anna, why are you still in your bed?” Aunt Lila”s screaming voice jolted me up from my deep slumber. The reality is that I haven not been able to get any sleep in a long time since people constantly enter and exit my room.
Is it true that I have no right to sleep? I am too weary, and even though it is just four o”clock in the morning, they are already waking me up. The sun is not even rising yet, yet it may be asleep right now.
Since yesterday, the residents of the mansion have been extremely busy. The maids each have their own set of responsibilities. There are also people inside the house who are putting together outfits and such.
Aunt Lila stepped up to me and said, “Get up there, Anna.” She gently touched me on the cheek to rouse me up, but all I did was cover myself with my blanket.
The light in my room was turned on, and it dazzled me. My room is always dim when I sleep since I cannot sleep with the light on, but she opened it.
I whimpered as I closed my eyes, “Auntie, it is still too early; I still want to sleep.”
My lovely bed seemed to be luring me back to sleep. Who am I to disobey my beloved bed”s wishes? It is quite fluffy and toasty. My bed is my personal favorite of all the items in my bedroom.
I could spend the entire day in my bed and do nothing. Truth be told, I would rather stay in my room than go out and do things.
Aunt Lila asks, as if she cannot believe what she just heard from me, “What do you mean early?”
Aunt Lila did not seem to stop until I got out of bed, so I pouted. I can even imagine how she looks at me right now; I a. sure she is giving me a strange look.
Even roosters are not awake at such hours, so why should I be? I am a night owl that despises getting up in the morning.
“Aunt Lila, even the hens are not up this early!” I replied, pulling my blanket closer to my body.
When I feel the heat being applied to my body, I let out a sigh of relief. Because the room is cool, my blanket feels wonderful.
“What are you saying so early? After all, you should be taking a bath since you need to be tidy. Get up there, Anna. Do not wait for me to drag you into the bathroom,” Aunt Lila sternly advised.
Because of what she said, my shoulder sagged. I have to heed Auntie when she speaks in this tone.
I could not help but follow Aunt Lila, despite the fact that I was still drowsy and too lethargic to get up. It is difficult since she might still be telling the truth.
“Good morning, Aunt Lila,” I greeted her sleepily.
On the edge of my bed, I noticed her tinkering with something. I walked over to her and gave her a big hug.
I carefully smelt her perfume as I rested my head on her shoulder. When I smelled Aunt Lila”s natural perfume, I grinned. Her aroma is similar to that of my mother. When Mommy is still living, her perfume has an effect on me; it relaxes me.
As a result, whenever I was sad, I would go up to Mommy and hug her. My raging emotions are calmed by her smell. Sadly, now that Mommy is gone, I find solace in Aunt Lila”s love.
She shook her head and remarked, “Tsk, my girl is being clingy again.” What she said made me laugh.
“But,” she laughed, “you cannot go back to sleep; you need to take a bath because the make-up artist I hired for you is already downstairs.” She gently pushed me into the bathroom by removing my coiled hand from her waist.
Okay, mission failed. When I thought I could take Aunt Lila to my tenderness, I was mistaken, and I did not. I simply entered the bathroom and took a shower.
Soon after, I emerged as well. Inside the bath robe, I”m simply wearing my underpants. When I emerged from the toilet, I saw the make-up artist that Aunt Lila had mentioned earlier. Right now, there are four people in my room.
“Good morning, Ma”am Anna,” a woman who appeared to be about the same age as big sister Rosette welcomed me with a smile. When her buddy heard this, they too said good morning to me. I just gave them a friendly smile.
“It is a really early morning,” I said. What I said made the four of them laugh.
“Ma”am, let us get started,” the make-up artist remarked as she ushered me into the chair.
A table in front of it holds a stack of make-up, lipstick, and several brushes. They began to fix me, my hair, and my face soon after. Someone applies make-up to me and straightens my hair.
Because my hair is still damp from the shower, they blow it out first. I told them they could do whatever they wanted with my face. After all, I have no idea what kind of make-up they use on me.
If you are wondering why there are make-up artists and people at the mansion today, it is because it is the big day. My wedding is today. Today is my wedding day, which falls on the 21st of December, just four days before Christmas. Today marks the beginning of my relationship with Alessandre, as well as the beginning of my usage of the Villareal surname.
To be honest, everything that is going on in my life right now feels like it has not sunk in yet. In the few hours before I am married, I do not feel frightened, afraid, or anything else. I do not have any specific feelings. I went to bed early last night and awoke earlier.
For me, it is simply another day, nothing out of the ordinary. If Aunt Lila and Uncle Sandro are in charge of preparing the wedding necessities later, I, on the other hand, am completely relaxed.
I am curious as to how my life will change once I marry Alessandre. I am going to try something new.
What exactly do couples do? What are a wife”s responsibilities? Is it necessary for me to prepare food for him? Is it necessary for me to do his laundry and determine what he will wear to work? Is it necessary for me to complete those tasks?
I am not sure what I will do after the wedding. This wedding has not been planned, at least not for me.
I do not plan on getting married at a young age. I am only eighteen years old. I had never considered being with someone until now. I am so preoccupied with my life as a student that it never occurred to me to have a boyfriend, let alone one who is married.
Aunt Lila and Uncle Sandro will live in a new house once we marry. We will be staying in Alessandre”s house, according to Uncle Sandro, because we will be married after this day.
Even I was taken aback when I heard that. I am not sure if he owns a home. Leaving this home, which has provided me with shelter for nearly eight years, tears my heart.
When I get home from university, I am used to seeing Aunt Lila. I have grown accustomed to having breakfast and dinner with them.
I am not sure how I will adjust to this new phase of my life. I have not seen Alessandre in nearly a week. During those occasions, I do not believe he returns to his condo, or perhaps to his genuine lover, Cassy.
I am not sure whatnis going on between them, but I overhear Uncle Sandro and Aunt Lila discussing Alessandre”s breakup with Cassy. I am not sure whether they really split up because, based on what I saw at the charity event, Alessandre and Cassy”s real relationship appears to contradict what Uncle stated.
They appear to be talking with each other despite their ostensible breakup.
Cassy and I have never crossed paths since she slapped me at the charity ball, which I am grateful for since I am terrified she would hurt me again if she sees me.
But I felt sad for her for some reason. She should be the one getting married right now. Not me, but she must be the bride who will marry Alessandre.
When I felt the make-up artist”s tiny tap on my shoulder, I was cut off from my thoughts. I did not understand they were through with me until it was too late. I slowly drew my eyes open. I locked my gaze on my own image in the mirror.
They did not use a lot of make-up on my face, just enough to bring out my natural features. My make-up is light and airy. My winged liner elevates my appearance, but the rest of my face is kept bright and basic, so the overall effect is not too harsh or heavy.
When I saw myself in the mirror, I grinned. I am quite pleased with how I appear today. It is simple, yet it is also elegant. My hair is styled in a classic and straightforward wedding bun. They keep it simple with a low chignon and a veil pinned underneath for a classic bridal look that never goes out of style.
When big sister Rosette walks into my room, I am still staring in awe at my mirror. As he gazed about my room, her smile was huge. She came to a halt when she locked her attention on me.
I noticed she indicated someone outside, and I just saw a man enter with a box containing what I believe to be my wedding gown. It was carefully placed on top of my bed by the man. He also came out just after putting it on my bed.
“Baby girl!” exclaimed big sister Rosette. Because of her screams, I fixed my sight on her.
Her abrupt yell at me almost had me leap out of my seat. She rushed up to me and was ready to hug me when she abruptly stopped.
“I really want to embrace you right now, but I am scared I will spoil your hair if I do,” she added, her smile wide.
I noticed her sniffing a little later. Her eyes are similarly red, and she is on the verge of crying! When she started crying in front of me, I was taken aback.
I was not sure what I was going to do with her, whether I should hold her, hug her, or try to calm her down.
“Baby girl! You are getting married already; I cannot believe you are getting married before me! It feels like just yesterday when I first saw you, and now you are getting married,” she said, her tears still streaming down her face.
I could not stop laughing at what she said. She made it sound like I was so small when I arrived here.
To calm her down, I patted her shoulder. She was giggling hysterically as she sobbed in front of me.
“Tss, sister Rosette, you are overreacting. It is not like we will not meet again when I get married. I am not leaving the country,” I joked.
She exclaimed, “Oh really?” When she heard what I said, she stopped crying.
“Then, if you will excuse me, I am going to say hello to Aunt Lila,” she remarked as she wiped her eyes and exited my room.
When I saw the door she walked out of, I gasped. Even my stylist, who was with me at the time, was taken aback by what had occurred.
“What just happened?” I wondered aloud.
Sister Rosette is likewise a complete nut. I can only shake my head while glancing at the tight door.
They locked the door first, after which I removed my bathrobe.
I am even embarrassed to take off my robe because I am only wearing panty and a brassiere underneath it, but I have to wear it. When I removed my bath robe entirely, my cheeks flushed.
Fortunately, my room now has solely ladies in it. I hear them gasp when they see my physique. I stare at them, perplexed by their response. I was ashamed because I was afraid they would think my body was unattractive. One of them must have felt my distress because she grinned at me.
“Wow, Maam! You have a figure that could pass for a Victoria”s Secret model! Do you attend to the gym on a regular basis? What is your diet?” she inquired, smiling, as she looked at my body in awe.
Her three other companions were similarly curious about the response to her question.
“Huh?” I replied, laughing. “I do not have a diet plan, and I especially do not go to the gym; I am a lazy person, so that is why.”
“Aw, Ma”am, you are so blessed,” she says, “but we still need to eat less to keep our body figure.”
I simply shook my head in response to what she said. I am not sure if I will be pleased or embarrassed by what she said.
“You know what, girls, what matters is that you are healthy; you do not have to have a model”s figure to be beautiful.”
They assist me in putting on the robe. Because they assisted me, it was not difficult for me to put it on.
Sister Rosette was meant to assist me in putting on this robe, but I am not sure where she is now. Perhaps she is conversing with Aunt Lila once more.
My gown is absolutely stunning, and I adore it. It is an A-line floral lace wedding gown with a plunging V-neckline and long sleeves. The A-line dress silhouette is thin at the top and widens to form a ‘A” across the body.
Because of the neckline”s design, it displays the side of my boobs, but I think it is beautiful. My wedding gown was fashioned by my sister Rosette, and I adore it.
It is straightforward, but it is meticulous in its attention to detail. In the mirror, I saw my completeness.
My make-up artist said, “Wow, Ma”am. You are amazing for the gown!” When I looked at the four of them, I noticed that they were all staring at me.
“Isn”t this a little bit obscene to look at?” I dread to ask. It is my slightly exposed chest that I am referring to. At the same time, all four of them shook their heads.
“That is lovely, eh. You look like a model, Ma”am. Your gown is lovely, and you are lovely as well. If I were a man, I would have flirted with you,” the woman who straightened my hair stated next.
We laughed at what she said. Her cheeks flushed. Awwww, she is so cute.
“Thank you,” I said with a nice smile.
“Ma”am, may we take a photograph?” she inquires. I was taken aback by what she said and was unable to respond right away.
“Ahm, it is fine if you do not agree,” she added, frowning as if she had just realized what she had said. I give her a beautiful smile and shake my head.
“No, it is fine,” I answered, “let us take a picture.” When they heard what I said, the four of them applauded. They rushed up to me and began taking pictures.
In the case of photographs, a photographer had come in earlier to snap a portrait of me. It might be for wedding videography.
I forgot to mention that Alessandre was photographed before to his wedding.
I had no idea there was so much to think about while planning a wedding. Aunt Lila, fortunately, was on there to take care of everything.
Aunt Lila and sister Rosette arrived a few minutes later. When they saw me, their lips made a “O.”
“Oh my my, are you actually our Annalise Fay? You look just stunning!” exclaimed Rosette, smiling. Because of what she said, my cheeks flushed.
Aunt Lila smiled and said, “You look so gorgeous, honey.” She appeared to be simply holding her tears in order to prevent them from dripping.
“Hep! Do not weep! Stop sobbing! Tsk, you two are crying so much!” she shouted, shaking her head at us, and Aunt Lila turned to stare at us. I had a good laugh at her.
“But, sister Rosette, the way you speak, you sound like you did not seem to cry before, ah,” I taunt her.
Because of what I said, her smile vanished. Laughter flooded my room because of that. Even the make-up artists who were still in my room at the time couldn”t stop laughing. As she glanced at us, her face furrowed.
“You are all conspiring to annoy me!” she exclaimed. Because of her glum demeanor, we laughed even more.
“Tss, just tease me; I will not invite you when I am the one getting married,” she claims, implying that she is tampering.
We stopped laughing and just ignored what she said. When she noticed that we did not seem to be impacted by her threat to us, her eyebrows met.
She pouted, “You people are extremely cruel.”
She then remarked, “Come here, baby daughter, and let us inspect the looseness of your robe.” When I approached her, she looked at how the gown fit me.
She inquired, “Does it seem too tight?”
She even put her hand on the one that was around my hip to make sure it was the appropriate size. When she asked me a question, I shook my head.
“It is not at all tight; in fact, it fits me well,” I answered, smiling. She gave a slight nod.
I hesitate to ask, “Sister, isn”t this dress too revealing? My cleavage is evident in this gown.” That area of my chest is showing because it bothers me.
“Of course not! You look lovely in your gown, baby girl, and that is actually the design of that gown. What do you want? The one that covers all of your skin?” she asked, amused by my discomfort. What she said made me squirm.