Saved by the sea

Chapter 8

Confused and completely disoriented, I jumped out of bed and looked at my phone to see the time and the numbers on the screen made my stomach turn.

It was ten-thirty AM. I was supposed to get up at eight at the latest.

Shit...

Shit...

Shit...

I grabbed my robe and phone as I rushed to the front door, when another loud shout filled my apartment from the other side of the door. At that moment, it started ringing, and I saw an unfamiliar number on the screen. Without giving it much thought, I picked up the call.

"REBEKA!"

Completely out of breath, I opened the front door I saw Oliver's mother standing in front of me, yelling at me through the phone as well as in real life.

Great....

Great start to my wedding day.

"Good morning Mrs Karson."

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

Without another word, she pushed past me, followed by two other women.

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

I whispered still completely in shock to what was going on right now.

"We will set up in the kitchen. Alison, Greta you can set up there. Beka, bring the dress into the living room and bring shoe options as well."

Oliver's mother was orchestrating the whole thing as if this was her second nature and I had no idea how I felt about all this.

The two girls rushed into the kitchen without saying a word or paying me any attention. Them walking past me, pulled me out of the shock and I realized that I had a task given to me and I didn't really want to know what would happen if I didn't listen.

So I also rushed to get the dress and thought about what shoes would fit this occasion. Sure, the idea of wearing heels wasn't appealing to me, but flats probably wouldn't fit into Oliver's mother's and would not be an acceptable choice.

Hmm.....

I will probably go with my cream heels. They will fit in and won't clash with the dress, the best from what I had... I kinda mentally kicked my own ass for not thinking about picking up a new pair for an occasion like this, but it completely slipped my mind and I didn't have the moment to even think about it.

Quickly, I pulled the dress out and picked up the shoes, hoping that she would approve of them.

But then I stopped for a second and stood there for a moment.

It was so strange...

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

So strange.

I was sure that I would only feel happiness... joy... excitement...

But really...

I'm not sure how I feel...

There is this heavy feeling inside my chest. Some nagging part of me wasn't sure if this was the right step for me. If I really even loved him... or even liked him at all...

To know something like 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 or talk at all.

But there will be time for that later?

Won't there?

We will have a whole week to get to know each other better and cover all the bases.

There will be the whole honeymoon for us to figure this all out, just two of us together.

I guess 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 again as 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. What a lovely way to talk with someone.

So I pushed the doubt and anxiety deep down and rushed to get ready, there would 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 your time. Are those the shoes that you will be wearing?"

Her disapproving gaze said a lot about her opinion of my shoe choice, but 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 enough to cover these monstrosities. Just try not to show them when you walk."

She turned around and left, not waiting for me to follow or giving me enough time to answer.

I rushed after her, finding the girls had already set up and turned my kitchen into a salon, which was impressive with the little time they had.

Their gazes were as disapproving as Oliver's mother and I felt another wave of anxiety sinking in my stomach.

Well, this is going 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... to no surprise it was critique 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 just from her pulling too hard on it. She pulled it back so hard that I think I got a face lift or that she was trying to rip my face off or something.

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... to scream, but no sound left my chest.

When I managed to push out words, my protest was shut down before the words even left my mouth.

I felt my heart breaking as I saw my beloved hair falling to the ground.

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 so I did my best to stop myself. She had a heavy hand for makeup as well as her colleague, as my face got heavier and heavier with every moment.

My face felt so heavy as if a Halloween mask was put in place.

She glued false eyelashes on. It was the first time I had worn them. They were so heavy that I had a hard time keeping my eyes open.

My mood got worse and worse with every moment.

The hairdresser chopped down half of my hair length, leaving me with a popular bob, but it fel so wrong and forgen to me.

My make up was... well, it was flashy and on the slutty side, not something I would have ever chosen for myself.

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 me.

Why couldn't they let me dress alone?

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

"What?"

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

" The moving crew will take all of your things and put them into a storage container. They will move your clothing into Oliver's room in our mansion, the rest will be put away as you will not need it when you are living in the mansion after you return."

The last part brought a smirk on her face that raised an uneasy feeling in my chest.

"But..."

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

I released a low sight and pulled off my robe. Now standing naked in front of them I heard a low chuckle and whisperers coming from the other three woman in the room, but I chose to ignore it

As fast as I could, I pulled the dress on and felt cold hands fasten the back as I tried to slip the shoes on without falling down. This was humiliating in so many ways that I did not want to think about it at all.

I knew I should take a look in the mirror, but I couldn't bring myself to do that, I was not ready to face the full picture of how I would look. So I just turned to the women standing behind me.

"Okay, let's go..."