The Wedding

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**Please keep in mind these bonus scenes are edited by me. Translation – this will be ridiculed with mistakes. I absolutely hate editing and suck at it. But I try.


Shit. Shit. Shit.

Those weren't exactly thoughts a bride should be having on her wedding day, but none of them were marrying a half-demon either. What was supposed to be the most magically day in a girl's life had started off as a royal disaster. Karma better not be trying to tell me something, because come hell or high water, I was going to marry Chase Winters. Not even the Pope was going to stand in my way.

I might be more strung out and emotional, exaggerating my bad luck, but nothing was going as planned. First, I spilled my scalding coffee all over my favorite Bat Girl jammies, giving my tongue second-degree burns. My taste buds were burnt—literally.

That was just the beginning. I stubbed my big toe on the runner in the hallway. I banged my kneecap on my dresser. I almost wiped out in the shower. Like a boss.

I swear the universe was fucking with me. If I kept this up, I was going to look like I'd gone a round or two with Muhammad Ali.

Good thing I heal fast as shit.

I stared down at my broken nail, shaking my head. Boo. Hiss. The other nine were slightly intact. There goes that stupid French manicure Lexi dragged me to get.

I was a bit more nervous than I should be. Another cup of coffee might be in order, but I didn't know if it would calm my nerves or make me feel like I was buzzing on a six-pack of energy drinks.

Either way, there was a good chance I might hurl.

Pressing a hand to my stomach, I took a long deep breath. In. And out. In. And out. The breathing exercises helped very little, but there was not much I could do about it, the whirlwind of the day was about to begin.

Lexi zoomed upstairs, a carton filled with enough beauty tools to give me nightmares for weeks. Within in ten minutes, my bedroom was bustling with crap and confusion—mostly mine. Lexi was attacking my hair with curlers, straighteners, and two bottles of hairspray. Don't even get my started on what she was doing to my face. I closed my eyes and hoped for the best.

"You are going to knock Chase flat on his ass," Lexi said as she took a step back to admire her handiwork.

I snickered. The image of Chase falling on his tush in his tux was just too much. I couldn't keep a straight face. For a tough guy, he was insanely graceful. Even with my supernatural abilities, I was a class act klutz.

Lexi flashed in front of my face, dangling a black liner pencil near my eyelashes. "Don't smile. I might accidently poke your eye out."

My smirk turned to a frown.

She angled her head, blonde waves cascading over her shoulder. "That's not better. Just relax."

"I am," I said between clenched teeth and a stiff face.

"If this is you relaxed, I'd hate to see you on your honeymoon."

If I couldn't smile or frown, I glared.

"You've no reason to be nervous," she said.

"I know," I replied, thumping my fingers on thighs.

Emma laughed. She was sprawled out on my bed, making faces at me.

I pressed my lips together, stifling the urge to throw something at her head. "Wait until it's your turn," I told her.

"Ha. Travis and I are so eloping. Could you actually see me in a wedding dress?" Emma puckered her face.

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