CHAPTER 37
Rachel woke up with a start, her heart pounding in her chest, her whole body flooded in perspiration. She had had another nightmare about her late father. In the dream, he had been disappointed in her for not being able to fulfill his wish of marrying Leo. The dream had been so vivid and real that she could still feel the weight of his disappointment on her shoulders.
She sat up in bed and tried to shake off the feeling of dread that lingered from the nightmare. As she looked around her room, she felt a wave of nausea wash over her, and she realized that she had a terrible hangover from the wine she had consumed the night before.
Her head was pounding, and she felt like her brain was about to explode.
She tried to stand up, but the room started spinning, and she had to sit back down. She closed her eyes and tried to steady her breathing, but the pain in her head was too much. She knew she had to take something for her headache, but she didn’t know where her medicine was.
“Ugh, why did I drink so much wine last night?” She groaned, shutting her eyes as she rolled on the bed.
She tried to get up again, but her head was spinning, and she felt like she was going to pass out. She lay back down on her bed, trying to ignore the pain in her head. She knew that she would have to deal with her headache, but for now, all she wanted to do was sleep and forget about the nightmare and the hangover.
The nausea in Rachel’s stomach intensified as she tried to get out of bed, and she knew she had to run to the bathroom before she threw up. She stumbled out of bed and ran to the bathroom, her head pounding with every step. She reached the bathroom just in time and bent over the toilet, heaving as she emptied the contents of her stomach.
She could feel the cold sweat on her forehead, and her head was spinning. She knew she had to take something for her headache, but she didn’t know where her medicine was. She felt a wave of dizziness wash over her, and she knew she had to lie down and rest.
She lay down on the cold bathroom tiles, feeling the coolness of the surface against her skin. She closed her eyes and tried to steady her breathing, but the pain in her head was too much. She knew she had to take something for her headache, but she didn’t know where her medicine was.
She lay there for a few minutes, feeling the nausea slowly subside. She knew she had to get up and find her medicine, but for now, all she wanted to do was rest and forget about the headache and the nausea.
After a few minutes, the door to her room opened and her mother’s voice came through. “Rachel? Rachel?!” her mother called, noting she wasn’t in her bed and the door to her bathroom was open.
Rachel’s mother, Madeline, walked into the bathroom and found her daughter lying on the floor, looking pale and sick.
She was filled with panic once she saw her”Oh my goodness, Rachel! Are you okay? What happened?”
“Had a terrible headache and nausea, Mom. I think I had too much wine last night.”
“Don’t worry, I’ll get you some medicine” Madeline quickly left the bathroom to get Rachel’s medicine, and within a few minutes, she was back with a glass of water and some pills. Rachel took the pills, and within a few minutes, she began to feel better.
Rachel:
“Thank you. I’m feeling better now.”
“I’m glad, dear. Now, you should take a bath and freshen up. We have a long day ahead of us.”
Rachel nodded and got up from the floor. She went to the bathroom and took a warm bath, feeling the tension and headache slowly start to fade away. She came out of the bathroom feeling refreshed and ready for the day ahead.
As she walked out of the bathroom, she saw a team of stylists waiting for her. They introduced themselves and explained that they were there to help her get ready for the wedding. They were kind and professional, and Rachel felt at ease with them.
As the stylists began to work on Rachel’s hair and makeup, she felt the wedding jitters start to set in. She couldn’t sit still, and her hands were shaking. She tried to take deep breaths and relax, but she couldn’t shake off the feeling of anxiety. She felt like she was going to be sick again and she had to stand up and rush to the bathroom.
“Are you okay, Rachel? You seem a bit uneasy.” Her mother asked.
“I’m sorry, I’m just a bit nervous. I don’t want to be late for the wedding.”
Madeline, who had been watching from the corner of the room, walked over to Rachel and placed her hand on her shoulder.
“Don’t worry, dear. Everything will work out beautifully in the end. Just take a deep breath and try to relax. It’s normal to be a bit nervous on your wedding day.””
Rachel took a deep breath and tried to calm herself, but none of it worked. She looked at her mother, who smiled at her reassuringly. She felt a wave of comfort wash over her, and she slowly began to relax.
Rachel smiled, feeling much better. She sat back down and allowed the stylists to finish her hair and makeup.
As Rachel put on her wedding gown, Celine and Madeline both gushed at how beautiful she looked. The gown was a stunning white lace, with a sweetheart neckline, and a long train.
The bodice was fitted and hugged her curves in all the right places, while the skirt flowed out in a beautiful A-line shape. Rachel felt like a princess in her gown and she could not help but feel a little teary-eyed at how beautiful she looked.
“Oh my gosh, Rachel! You look absolutely stunning!”
Rachel smiled, feeling the tears well up in her eyes. She was not so grateful to have her mother and her best friend with her on her special day, they were only cheering her to her doom.
“Okay, okay, enough with the tears. Let’s get some pictures before the groom sees you!” Celine suggested.
Rachel laughed, feeling her nerves start to fade away. Celine helped her with her veil and her train, and they took some pictures together. As they were about to leave the room, Celine turned to Madeline with a mischievous grin.
“So, Mom, who was the lucky guy last night?”
Madeline called “Celine! That’s not an appropriate conversation for today.”
Rachel felt a flush of embarrassment and anger. She didn’t want to think about her mother’s one-night stand on her wedding day.
“Celine, please. Can we not talk about this today? I just want to focus on my wedding.” Rachel said, noting her mother’s discomfort.
“Of course, Rachel. I’m sorry. I was just trying to lighten the mood.”
“Alright! Alright! It’s alright, dear. Let’s go, we don’t want to keep the groom waiting.”