Saved by the sea

Chapter 8

I jumped out of bed and looked at my phone to see the time...

And it was ten thirty AM....

Shit...

Shit...

Shit...

I rushed to the front door and picked up the phone at the same time...

"BEKA!"

And as I opened the front door I saw Oliver's mother standing in front of me...

Yelling at me on the phone...

Great....

Great start to my wedding day...

"Good morning Mrs Karson..."

"About time... we have an hour to get you ready..."

and she rushed past me followed by two other women...

"...good morning to you too..."

"We will set up in the kitchen... Alison, Greta you can set up there... Beka bring the dress into the living room... and bring some shoes..."

Oliver's mother was orchestrating the whole thing like this was her second nature...

The two girls rushed into the kitchen without saying another word...

I also rushed to get the dress and thought about what shoes would fit...

The idea of wearing heels wasn't appealing to me...

But flats probably won't fit into Oliver's mothers vision...

Hmm.....

I will probably go with my cream heels...

They will fit in and won't clash with the dress...

I pulled the dress out and picked up the shoes...

And stood there for a moment...

It was so strange...

To think that today is the day I marry Oliver...

Strange...

I thought that I would only feel happiness... joy... excitement...

But really...

I'm not sure how I feel...

There is this heavy feeling inside of my chest...

Some nagging part of me that wasn't sure if this was the right step for me...

If I really loved him... or even liked him...

To know that.. you have to know the person...

And...

And come to think of it, I don't really know him...

Yes... we grew up in the same town...went to the same school... but...

But we didn't spend any time together... getting to know one another...

We usually went out on dates, where there was very little time or space to get into deeper conversations.

But there will be time later...

Won't there?

We will have a whole week to get to know each other better...

We will be alone in the sea...

Then I can soothe this nagging feeling inside of me.. that is eating away at my happiness...

My thoughts were scrambled by Oliver's mother...

She was shouting from the kitchen for me to get a move on... to, as she put it, get my fat ass into the kitchen...

So I pushed the doubt and anxiety deep down and rushed to get ready... there will be time to sort it all out later...

I rushed through the apartment and laid down my dress and shoes in the living room as Oliver's mother walked in...

"You sure took you time... is that the shoes you will be wearing?"

Her disapproving gaze was saying a lot about her opinion about my shoe choice...

And before I could answer she continued.

"Well what could you expect from the likes of you... it is good then that the dress is long... just try not to show them when you walk..."

She turned around and left, not waiting for me to follow...

I rushed after her, finding the girls already sat up and turned my kitchen  into a salon...

Their gazes were as disapproving as Oliver's mother...

Well this got to be fun...

I released a low sigh as they pushed me into a chair and rapidly began their tasks...

Every now and then Oliver's mother would comment on what they were doing... critiquing most of the time...

The process was mostly painful for me...

The girl doing my hair had no love or care for my hair... and quite a heavy hand...

I think I lost more hair than I usually do in a month...

She pulled it back so hard... I think I got a face lift or she was trying to rip my face off...

Every now and then a tear would find its way down my face from the sheer pain I was feeling...

The most horrifying moment was when I saw hair falling down on the ground...

That was when I understood that she was cutting it...

I wanted to stop them...

I even tried to speak up... but my protest was shut down before it even left my mouth...

I felt my heart breaking...

Yes... it was only hair...

But it was my hair...

And I...

I loved it...

It was the only part of me that I truly liked... and now most of it was on the ground...

I wanted to cry... but the woman doing my makeup scolded me about it constantly...

She had a heavy hand for makeup...

My face felt heavy...

She glued false eyelashes on...

They were so heavy that I had a hard time keeping my eyes open...

My mood got worse and worse...

The hairdresser chopped half of my hair length... leaving me with a popular bob...

My make up was... well it was flashy and on the slutty side...

And now came the time for the thing I dreaded the most...

It was time to put on the dress...

I walked into the living room and all three women followed...

Why couldn't they let me dress alone...

"Come on Beka... hurry... we wasted so much time as it is...we have to leave in... ten minutes. Then the moving crew will come and pick up all you stuff."

"What?"

She looked at me as if I asked some stupid question...

"A moving crew will take all of your things and put it into a storage container... and move your clothing into Oliver's room in our mansion... where you will be living after you return..."

The last part brought a mysterious look to her face...

"But..."

"We have no time for this jabbing... get dressed..."

I released a low sight and pulled off my robe... now standing naked in front of them... I heard a low chuckle... but I ignored it...

I pulled the dress on as fast as I could and felt cold hands fasten the back as I tried to slip the shoes on...

I knew I should take a look in the mirror...

But I couldn't bring myself to do that...

So I just turned to the women...

"Okay, let's go..."