"Laila! You look amazing!" Emma exclaimed. It was my wedding day, with Calvin, and we were trying on our dresses.
"Amazing? Emma, you're stunning!" I cried back at her. She looked elegant and regal like a queen in her off-the shoulder, mermaid style, lavender dress. Her hair was pulled up in a complicated bun with a silver and purple dragon pin holding it up.
"Well," she began, slightly leaning backward, in a flattered position, placing a gloved hand on her chest. "I do love having the spotlight on me, but today is your wedding! The spotlight just has to wait, I don't think it could handle enough stardom when it comes to me."
We burst into giggles. It had to be true, though. Emma was a celebrity. So was Calvin. Emma and I were childhood friends. She introduced me to Calvin after a horrible break up. We hit it off.
Emma began to sniffle.
"Oh honey, what's wrong?" I asked her, handing her a napkin.
"Laila, my best friend is getting married! And to my other best friend! It's too adorable for me to handle!" she fanned her face with her free hand.
Someone knocked at the door. "Girls?"
"Archer, what do you need?" Emma yelled. Archer was my wedding planner. He was recommended to me by my cousin.
"We're starting soon," he said.
"Alright, now scram!" Emma demanded.
I looked in the mirror. My hair was in a tight bun, secured with a diamond tiara. My dress was a Pnina Tornai (C'mon guys... Say Yes To The Dress has brainwashed me), a blinding white. It had an empire waist with a sweetheart neckline. It had an A-line skirt separated from the top with a rhinestone belt.
"Laila, we're starting," Emma said.
I walked to the church entrance right before my turn. Emma went in right before I did. I saw her giving a wink to Calvin. He bit his lip, smiled, and gave her a wink as well.
Suddenly, it was my turn. My dad and I walked down the aisle, I smiled, setting my eyes on Calvin. I glanced at Emma for a moment. She wore a look of pride in her face, with a twinge of regret. She told me years ago that she used to have a thing for Calvin. She stepped back for me, and I couldn't thank her enough.
I reached the altar and took Calvin's hand.
"Dearly beloved, we are here today to celebrate and witness the marriage between Laila Nevelson and Calvin Walter. If anyone does not approve of their marriage, please speak now or forever hold your peace," The priest began.
The room was silent. People looked around and tried spotting people who they thought would interrupt. Emma gulped hard. She looked at the ground. I nearly sighed in relief as the priest was opening his mouth to say something again.
"I OBJECT!"
"Damien?!"
