Soon To Be His Luna

The Wedding - Part 1

-Ella

Ray brought up my dresses and Kate's. I asked him if he saw Kate and Kade, but he gave me a sad expression.

Uuugh.

"Which dress will you be wearing?" asked my aunt.

"The red one."

"A red dress? Seriously?"

"What?"

"It's just. . . you could wear something pink, or light blue or green, but red?"

"Aunt Lori, please just let me get dressed the way I want to. It looks really good."

She sighed and said a fainted "Okay."

"The hairdresser is finishing up with your little sister. He will be here, in a few minutes."

"Did you invite Ian?" I asked excited.

"Yes, why?"

"Just asking, nothing more."

Ian is a little taller than me, muscular and gay. I love him. He is the funniest, sweetest and most adorable person I know. Always making appropriate jokes, smells incredible and he never forgets to wear makeup. Personally I think it looks amazing. My family never had a problem with homosexuals, as far as I know.

"Let's get you out of this dress and let your hair down. Why did you have to put your hair in a ponytail, Schatz!"

(Schatz means treasure in German)

"You went to Germany for three weeks, aunt Lori and now you're speaking it?"

"I am a fast learner and I only learnt it because of Aida. She called Albert, Schatz and I wondered what it meant. To be honest, before I found out what it meant, I actually thought she was calling him names," she burst out into laughing, taking me by surprise.

I sort of laughed too, but my mind was too busy thinking of Kate. I am worried.

"There's my favorite girl!" Ian finally came in and I stood from my chair to hug him.

"I've missed you, sweety," he said and being in his arms is just so comforting.

"I've missed you too. I have called you a couple of times the last weeks, but you never answered or called back," I complained and slapped him in his chast, adorably.

"I have been particularly busy these last weeks, dear. You have no idea."

He told me to sit on the chair and as I sat, I could see his reflection on the mirror, standing behind me, his hands on the edges of the chair and he leaned forward on my right as if he were trying to tell me something.

"I was busy redecorating my salon and planning a wedding," she whispered.

"NO!" I put my hand in front of my mouth.

"You are seriously getting married?" I asked and he showed me his left hand. On the ring finger, there was a beautiful, blu ring planted, with an initial on it.

"L?" I ask and he nodded.

I looked him in the eyes for a second and then we started jumping and squealing like a couple of kids.

"Congratulations," I wished him and he burst into tears.

"Sweety I am so happy for you."

"Thank you, babes. Since I came here today, I brought something for you," he said and put his right hand inside his jacket, to pick out something I guess. When he took the hand out, I realized it was the wedding invitation.

"It's in June," he said and I started crying as well.

"Now let's get ready and make you a babe!"

I could not believe my eyes. My hair looks amazing, the makeup is extraordinary and simple.

"Guddommelig," Ian said and I turned my head around, staring blankly at him.

"You look divine!" He finally said in english.

"What language was that?" I asked.

"Norwegian. A client of mine taught it to me. Since then, it has become my favorite word."

"I can't imagine why," I whispered.

"Now, let's get you dressed. Take those clothes off, immediately, before I have a stroke," he put his on his forehead, palm upwards making him look dramatic.

"Fine. Could you unzip the dress, please?"

"Of course. I'll take out the red dress while you get in your closet. Hop hop, like a bunny."

I looked over my nightstand. It's 3:35pm. s**t. I don't have much time.

Opening the door to my walk-in closet, I strip of my dress and ballerinas, take off my bra and change my underwear.

"I want only silk touching your skin!" Ian called out, making me giggle.

Looking around, I don't know where to start. I have a strapless red bra and the only red underwear I have, is a brazilian cut. I don't enjoy those very much, but I want red to dominate my body tonight. It's my favorite color and it looks extremely good on me.

My shoulder length black hair and brown eyes, agree with red.

"Should I also wear my high heels now?" I asked Ian.

"Yes. What colour?"

"Silver, with red stones."

"Oh, sounds perfect. Here, take the dress and put it on. When you're done putting it on, let me know so I can help you zip it up."

He was holding the dress right in front of the door of my walk-in closet, only his arm visible.

I take it from him and just stare at it for a few minutes. So beautiful.

Pencil backless dress, with sleeves with the length to the elbows, in front it shows my bosom, but only an appropriate amount. There is a silver bow just where the dress ends on my back and there are small diamonds on

the front cut. I am also wearing a very simple diamond necklace. It was a gift from my grandmother, my mother's mom.

I stare back at myself in the mirror and I am fascinated. I've never looked this beautiful before.

"Are you . . . Oh my Goodness, Ella. You look beautiful," Ian said and my cheeks turned red, like my dress.

"Thank you, Ian."

"Oh, let me zip you up."

The zip ended a little below the middle of my back.

"You only need your coat and then you're ready."

"Shall we go?"

"We shall."

We get out of walk-in closet, I am holding my coat on my left hand and my silver purse on my right one.

"Oh, I forgot my phone on the makeup table."

"I'll get it."

Ian rushed into my room and came back holding my phone.

"There. You are now complete."

I gave him a kiss on the cheek and we dozed off.

Downstairs there are no people to witness. Maybe they went to the church.

"Church?" Ian said as if he read my mind.

"Oh, miss Ella, Ian. The others already left. They're headed to the church," our housekeeper, Rachel, said.

"Thank you, Rachel."

"My car is outside. Come on, I'll drive."

We arrived at the church, while every one was getting inside. We made it on time.

"Thank Luke, you're not a bridesmaid," Ian said and I laughed out loud.

We get out of the car and head straight to the church, Ian offering me his arm, so I can hold.

I muttered a thank you, and he gently stroke my hand.

Once finally inside, I looked around for Kate. She never made it to my house. I wonder what happened.

We find our seats and sat down. People are loud and the noise just makes my head pound.

Looking around once again, I notice an enormous amount of people that I do not recognize.

"Ella, there you are," my little sister said.

"Fey, where were you this morning when I called you?"

"Dad found me snooping and took my phone away. Does not matter. Did you see those people? They are the savages I talked about," she whispered but being in a room, well, church, full of werewolves, whispering is not much of a silent way to talk.

They do not look as savages at all. All of them dressed in suits and beautiful expensive dresses. They look normal, I would say.

The music starts. Everyone stands up and look towards the door.

My sister was standing at the door, mother and father both standing on each side of hers, ready to give her away. Only the music was audible. The twins are the flower boys, spreading the petals and falling down while they do. This is so adorable.

Once my parents and my sister approached the altar, they each kissed her and my dad took her hand in his and placed it on Matt's.

"Take care of my daughter, Matt."

"Yes sir," Matt said.

The Priest put both his hands up, to let us know, we may sit down.

"We are gathered here today . . . "