starring
Taylor Swift
and
Karlie Kloss
sky full of stars.
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Taylor Swift found herself in the wrong place at the right time.
It all began when she sat in the middle of one of the half empty pews, hands smoothing the fabric of her long, pale pink and yellow dress. The white sparkly purse lied on her lap, legs pressed tightly against one another as big curious blue eyes examined the intricate details of the church's ceiling.
It was her best friend's wedding day; she unfortunately couldn't be there for all the preparation or be there to calm her down. She had a job that had needed her, therefore as soon as she had set foot outside of her work place, she had taken a taxi and had told them the address of the venue. Taylor sighed, playing with the strands of her long wavy blonde hair; she had had too little time to properly style them in a fashionable hairstyle, so she had decided to wear them down. Minutes passed, and she wondered when it would all begin. Taylor got lost in her own little world, thinking about Abigail and Matt's history. They were a wonderful couple, and she had been fond of Matt the very first time Abigail had introduced him to her. Taylor had been ecstatic when her best friend had told her that her longtime boyfriend had finally gotten down on one knee and asked her the fateful question. She remembered the day she and Abigail had gone wedding dress hunting, and how she had cried when she had seen her best friend with the perfect white dress. They had hugged so tightly, and she had whispered in her ear, "Matt's jaw is going to be on the floor when he'll see you in this dress,". They had laughed, and a smile of bitter sweetness appeared on Taylor's face at the memory replaying at the forefront of her mind.
That was, until a long legged beauty stood beside her, slim index finger pointed to the pew.
"Excuse me?" Taylor looked up, heart stopping at the sight of such a gorgeous woman. "Is this seat free?"
Unable to form any words, Taylor nodded quickly, and with a blinding smile, the stranger sat down beside her, a glimpse of her perfume getting inside of Taylor's wide nostrils. The woman had beautiful golden hair, obviously dyed, and sparkling green eyes lied on Taylor's face as their gazes finally met. The stranger — who had yet to introduce herself — seemed out of breath, and Taylor let her eyes wander lower. She was wearing a grey pantsuit, something that seemed unusual for a woman to wear at a wedding, but it seemed to suit her perfectly. Her legs were incredibly long, and they almost didn't fit behind the pew in front of them; Taylor almost felt bad for her.
"Are you here for the bride or the groom?" the woman asked. She unbuttoned her blazer, the gentle movement of her hands and the heart shaped embroidery attracting Taylor's wide eyes to her chest. The stranger seemed to be quiet fit, and the blonde tried not to let herself get distracted by the tight fabric enveloping her arms.
"Bride," she replied with an easy smile. She was good at socializing. She has never been a shy girl; always telling others what was on her mind and her honest opinion. All of her friends appreciated this trait of her character, but sometimes she went too far; if only she could learn to bite her tongue and think before opening her mouth sometimes. "What about you?"
The stranger let out a breathy chuckle. "Where do you sit when you're friends with both?"
"I guess that that is a problem, then," she said dryly.
The woman laughed quietly; there was a bit of chatter floating around the church, the wedding not having started yet. Green eyes analyzed her briefly, before a question slipped out of the stranger's mouth, "What's your name? It's strange that we have never met. Usually, Jourdan introduces me to all of her friends."
Taylor's brows furrowed together at the name. She briefly chuckled, glancing down at her purse before looking up again. "Jourdan?"
The stranger nodded. "Yeah," she replied. "The bride."
Taylor's entire world fell upon her. She wished the ground would open and swallow her whole, because the embarrassment she felt at the clarification made her whole face burn red. That is why she hadn't recognized any of the faces that surrounded her. That is why the wedding hadn't started yet. She had been sure, when she had gotten inside the taxi, that she would have been late for the ceremony. But now, she's not so sure if it's worse being late or not even showing up at your best friend's wedding.
Taylor shook her head, about to get up and leave without looking back, but then, the bells finally rang, and everyone stood up as the bride walked down the aisle with an emotional smile. When Taylor looked at the spouse, to her horror, it wasn't Abigail. She had wished for the stranger to be at the wrong wedding, not the other way around. Perhaps, in her rush, she had said the wrong address to the taxi driver. How could this happen?
"Oh no," Taylor whispered, unable to look at the breathtaking bride and cover her embarrassment. The stranger glanced at her. "Oh no,"
"What's wrong?" she asked in a whisper. Taylor gripped her purse tightly.
"This is not the wedding I was supposed to attend!" Taylor replied in a worried whisper. The stranger's eyes widened at that, and the buzz of Taylor's phone interrupted their panicked staring contest. When the bride walked by their pew, the taller woman smiled at her, and the blonde put the most forced smile on her face, almost looking crazy and out of her mind.
When everyone was finally able to sit down, Taylor frantically looked for her phone inside her purse, grabbed it and read the incoming message. Where are you? The wedding has already started!, it said. The blonde wanted to slap her own face, or at least slam it against a hard wall, because how could one person be so stupid?
"I really can't stay here," she whispered, as the priest's voice filled the church. A few pair of eyes eyed them skeptically, but Taylor couldn't care less.
"What? No you can't, the ceremony has already started," the stranger replied. "It would seem rude."
"I can't miss my best friend's wedding!" she hissed. Taylor immediately regretted her tone, not knowing what gave her the courage to get mad at someone whose name was still a mystery. "I'm sorry," she whispered apologetically, and averting her eyes, she added as an afterthought, "I'm Taylor, by the way,"
The stranger smiled, and as subtly as she could, she offered her hand. "Karlie. I would tell you it's nice to meet you, but I would have preferred meeting you under very different circumstances," she grinned. The smile was breathtaking, and Taylor hated the feeling of clear discomfort growing inside her chest.
"Abigail is going to hate me," she muttered, mostly to herself. She sunk in her seat, shoulders slouched as she watched with impassible eyes the ceremony.
"She's going to forgive you," Karlie assured her. "You two will share a laugh when you'll tell her your side of the story."
"Yeah, well — I hope you're right."
"I usually am,"
Karlie smiled her way, and Taylor couldn't help but shake her head and look away. She didn't know why she was hiding the slight grin that was beginning to overcome her nude lips, but this woman had some kind of energy, some kind of magnetic field that made Taylor want to shuffle closer. For the whole wedding, the blonde woman kept thinking of her best friend, of how disappointed she must be feeling, and of the gorgeous woman beside her. When the groom shared his vows, and Taylor saw the bride dab at the corner of her eyes, she couldn't help but let herself be overwhelmed by the sweetness of the exchange. When it was time to say I do, Taylor was fully crying. And as the newlyweds let themselves be swarmed by the delighted cheers of their families and friends as they walked down the aisle together, Karlie nudged her shoulder.
"Shut up, don't even try," Taylor warned, taking a tissue out of her purse to wipe her tears and not ruin her light make-up. Karlie tried not to let out the threatening chuckle out of her thin lips. As they placed their hands on the pew behind them to get a great view of the two newlyweds, their fingertips accidentally brushed, and Taylor blushed as she glanced at the taller woman. Karlie didn't seem to notice their light touches, but there was a faint blush coloring her cheeks.
After a few moments, they finally went outside the church, throwing rice at the now wife and husband, and Taylor almost forgot that this was actually the wrong wedding. She had fun, and as they watched the newlyweds step inside the car that would take them to the venue for the wedding reception, Taylor shared her thoughts with Karlie, who was still standing beside her. She had never left her side for the whole ceremony, and the blonde wondered why.
"I should probably get going," Taylor said, looking up at the other woman.
Karlie looked disappointed to hear that, but she tried to hide her true emotions by lowering her head, kicking a few pebbles. It was a beautiful day, and the sun shone above their heads. They were a bit far from the gathering of friends and family, and most of them were getting inside of their cars, ready to follow through with the ceremony. "You could stay."
Taylor laughed quietly. "I—I actually don't know. Abigail might seriously start hating me if I don't show up at least for the cake."
"Yeah, you're probably right," Karlie giggled.
The shorter woman shrugged, teasingly replying, "I usually am."
The smile that overcame Karlie's face made her eyes twinkle, her hands nervously and shyly burying deep inside of the pockets of her pants. "What if—you swing by later? Jourdan is typically a partygoer, it will probably last till sunrise. What do you think?"
Taylor narrowed her eyes and thought about the proposition. "Yeah, maybe—maybe I could. I will see what I can do."
"Alright," Karlie said, starting to walk in the direction of her car. "I hope to see you later," she smiled gently. She waved her hand at Taylor, and the shorter woman timidly waved back. "Bye,"
"Bye,"
Taylor watched her go.
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Hello beautiful people! Here I am, publishing yet another story I really hope to finish. I kind of want this to be more fluff than angst, but, you never know with me. You know I love angsty plots (Golden Rebel Heart is an example). But anyway, please, tell me what you think of this, if you like it so far or not. Opinions really matter to me, and they are what inspire me to write and publish more!
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