Perfect Mistress

I

I remember my sisters wedding day as if it were yesterday. I wasn't able to attend as I was away for boarding school but I remember her tear-filled face as we spoke over Facetime. 

She looked like an angel, her blonde hair was pinned up with pearls and flowers. Her dress was flared out around her in a cloud of white lace. I remember tears in my eyes as I cried. Telling her that I missed her. 

That I was happy for her. 

I'd never met her husband to be. 

I'd already been in school over across the country when they'd met. Laura and I being over 15 years apart in age she was more like a mom rather than a sister. Raising me pretty much on her own after our mother passed.

We'd come from old money, our parents marrying more out of convenience rather than love.

Despite their "successful" union, I'd never grown up with loving parents and neither hard Laura. It was why she had been so excited and happy to have found a man whom had seemed to look at her like she hung the stars in the sky. 

I'd wanted to be there for her big day, had begged my father to let me return from Milan where I currently was studying my freshman year of high school.

He had refused, saying I shouldn't interrupt my studies with minor concerns.

"You're going to make me cry Dahlia. " Laura scolds, wiping her eyes and doing her best at a stern smile but it slips and she grins.

A bright and happy smile that lights up her face. She's radiant, truly unworldly. I'm stuck with a moment of jealously at how perfect she looks. 

"Spin around, let me see your dress." I say, laying flat of my belly on the small bed in my dorm.

It's late in Milan and I know I should be asleep but I lay more awake than every as I watch my only sister and family spin around in a circle with her arms out. 

She looks like a princess, and once again awestruck at her elegance. 

"Do you think i'll be as pretty as you on my wedding day?" I ask her, twirling a piece of my hair around my finger. Despite us coming from the same parents Laura and I couldn't be more different. 

There was more than just out looks that separated us, Laura as a whole had something about her that made her stand out. She was the type of women who men turned to get a second look at. A women how had all eyes on her when she walked into a room.

The kind of women who had a beautiful heart, and it shined from within.

Her resilience and drive unmatched. She could move mountains if she so much as wanted to and she did it with a kind of beauty that made her stand out in a crowd. Truly the main character in any and all stories.

I envied her in that aspect. 

"I wish I could be the L." I say, unable to keep the sadness from my voice.

"Me to." 

"Who is going walking you down the aisle? I can't believe dad is still mad, it's incredibly petty."

"Aw don't worry about that, he'll get over it. And besides Ezra's dad has agreed to walk me down the aisle." Laura says, brushing off my previous comment as if it were minor.

When she got like that it reminded me of dad. Both of them stubborn as hell and neither backing down from a fight but this last one had been more serious. 

Ezra didn't come from money, and my father hadn't approved when Laura first introduced the two. He'd been furious that she was dating behind his back and had not held back his disdain in her choice of men.