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The next place I went to was to do my hair. I had a bunch of different ingredients put in from left to right. My hair was straightened and then curled against my back still looking long. They put short bangs in front of me that rested near my eyebrows but then was pinned to the side. Accessories were then put on and when the job was done, someone immediately questioned it.
âDo you thinkâŠâ
âNo itâll be fine.â
âShe doesnât look like a fairy,â
âMore like an angel. I think weâve done a nice job. Rigor said she had to look better than anyone there. Isnât it weird that she doesnât look much different though? I may've over exaggerated on the angel thing.â
âShould we add more makeup?â Mattie asked. âI didnât want to add too much make up, mascara and eye shadow was all I put. Should I put more?â
âI think itâs better off if we actually took it off.â
âI think all we needed was the hair to be done and the dress and we wouldâve been fine. Her eyelashes were already black, I couldnât do much of anything.â Shell announced. âListen, weâre a couple of minutes late. Some orders from Rigor were that we cannot let the queen, princess or her fiancĂ© see her, or all of them will be upset.â
I felt like I was going to throw up. âI canât do this.â I announced. âThis is too much for me. I am supposed to be the maid of honor. Iâm supposed to be helping out. Let me go look in the mirror.â
âWait!â A woman yelled. âRigor said you werenât aloud to see yourself!â
I questioned a look on her now. âRigorâs an idiot.â I said to her feeling shame in my voice. âHow would any of you think youâd get away with that? What if you guys made me unbelievably ugly. What if there was something I didnât like about it? What if you guys cast a spell on me to look really pretty? I need to know these things right now. I donât want anyoneâs wedding day ruined. Iâd feel too bad.â I went over to the mirror now but a hand pulled me back.
âWeâre late!â The man yelled. Now, he pulled me forcefully into a black SUV. He watched me as he walked. He yelled again. âOne foot in front of the other! Where were you born? In Texas!?â That was extremely offensive. I believe I was born somewhere around here. If only I knew where. I was loaded into the back of the van and was squished with five people in a seat.
Why did Rigor send so many people? To make millions of suggestions? All of a sudden, people began touching my ears. âWhat are these holes?â they asked. I felt my ears as well to see what they were talking about.
âTheyâre called piercings.â I corrected her annoyed.
She felt my ears again. âOh, Iâm not aloud to get mine till Iâm fifty.â I looked at her strangely. How long did some people expect to live?
âHow old are you?â I asked. She let go of my ears now rubbing the texture in her hands. Why was she doing that?
âIâm forty-nine now. Iâll be getting mine soon.â I nodded. The woman looked so young though.
âWhy is Rigor doing this?â Mattie asked. âWhy does he want you to come to a wedding dressed this way?â
âWhy is it inappropriate?â I asked suddenly alarmed. The woman shook her head. âThen what do you mean, like that?â I asked her.
She shook her head. âWhy was he so desperate for us to get our hands on you?â I thought about it for a moment. I hadnât known why either. He didnât even tell me about this. All he said is that he wanted to make more than the audiences envy me. What if I was disguised as a different person? What if heâd make what look in the mirror look like me and the real person I looked like wasnât shown to my own self? That would be so confusing. Will I ever change back?
âI donât know,â I finally answered. âHe didnât even tell me about you all coming here.â
âWell, he told us,â said a woman with a badge on saying Maria. They all had wonderful Spanish accents that reminded me of a Spanish tango. They seemed capable to be those kinds of woman. If you put all of them in a salsa dress, theyâd all look dazzling.
Some didnât look a day over twenty-one. What were they anyway that made them age so slowly?
âWitches,â a woman said answering.
Oh my goodness! They were all reading my thoughts. Have they been reading my thoughts the whole entire time?
âItâs your glow,â she said. âYouâre not sweating but you glow brilliantly. Do you know the color? Itâs actually a faint colorless glow to you. Itâs really pretty. But we were reading your mind, the glow doesnât tell everything. Although, you may want to stop it. Itâs a bit confusing when people ask the same questions, âWhy the heck are you glowing honey?â Itâd be kind of embarrassing if you ask me.â
âHow do I stop it then?â I asked. The woman looked serious.
âKill yourself!â she yelled. The whole van busted out laughing. âSorry,â she said now. âYou can actually just block your mind. I can give you a potion to stop it, although it does have a few side effects.â
The woman took a small bottle. âSide effects?â I asked. She looked at me steadily as if I werenât someone nice. I could guess I wasnât.
âDying.â She said. The whole van laughed again. I didnât smile and I didnât put on a serious face, just looked at her steadily waiting for another answer. âItâs just very spicy, your tongue can be burnt is all, and itâs kind of like potion remover potion.â I nodded. Last time Iâd tasted that, which was at Glytherinâs house, his mother and fatherâs house actually, when Elizabeth, his grandmother, had me taste potions. I nodded.
She gave me the bottle that actually stung in my hands. Did she carry this around with her? I opened the cap and took a drink. The liquid burned my throat. I took a few deep breaths and then I felt it and screamed.
Now, we were parked in front of the castle where everything seemed low. It was only nine oâclock now and I was being released, finally.
âLet me call Rigor up,â said the guy. He picked up a cell phone and began calling. The whole city or town was empty. What about the castle? Was that empty too? I hoped so. I hoped it was empty of all people.
I heard Rigor coming opening the double doors to the castle. He looked at me and smiled like a baby. âYou look cute Orphelia.â He said. I looked at him with eyes very furious. âEspecially when youâre angry.â He grabbed my back and pulled me inside. Unlike outside where there was always howling wind and different animal noises, in here, it was silent other than the echoes of our shoes.
âWhereâs everyone?â I asked. Rigor turned to me. âUpstairs.â He replied. âTry to stay away from Glytherin until the wedding for me.â I nodded.
Why did I have to be here so early? Why couldnât I have stayed in like the rest of the people at home and still sleeping? âCan I look at myself now Rigor?â I said mocking his wonderful accent. Rigor let go of me and let me alone. I ran over to the bathroom where my shoes were tapping the floor even harder. I looked at myself now in the mirror. My hair looked a bit shorter but still what some girls would call long. The dress was extremely long, lingering behind me even. This wasnât good.
My makeup was put on accordingly bringing out my caramel colored skin. I shook my head. This couldnât be happening. Iâve always wanted to be beautiful, but, I didnât wear makeup like this. It still looked like me, the makeup was ok I guess, but the dress. The dress was full, and long. This would only be embarrassing for me. What plans did Rigor even have? I ran out of the bathroom now and into him. âIâm not going to this wedding!â I whispered. âI cannot look like this and go into the princessâs wedding. Do you see how bad this looks? I being like an outcast in this dark long beautiful dress will not make a difference. Not even if I think I love the dress, I will not ruin this for her, or importantly, embarrass myself over how many people?â
âTwo thousand.â
âTwo thousand people!â I yelled. âIâm definitely not going to embarrass myself in front of two thousand people! I canât do what you wish. I canât do what everyone wishes, meaning, coming to this wedding. Itâll only ruin me.â
He looked me in the eyes now. âBut Orphelia, youâre so beautiful, this is your chance to show more than what you are.â
I shook my head. âThis is all I am but with a dress.â I replied to his statement. Rigorâs reddish blonde hair fell in front of me when he leaned over me putting his head on my shoulder. Now I could feel him.
âWhy do you want me to do this so badly?â I asked holding onto his shoulders.
âYouâre here,â he replied. âEveryone is, the thing believe it or not is going to start in less than two hours. I feel bad for you. Iâm giving you a chance to do something. I need you to see the chance Iâm giving you though or you wonât understand properly. This is Glytherinâs wedding day, to a twenty-one year old woman, not to you, the younger girl who is much more beautiful in every way. He needs to see that. The crowd needs to know this womanâs age, needs to know everything. You need to tell them. Iâm Glytherinâs best man; heâll only be upset if I
did. Youâre the girl he loves; heâll only fall harder for you. Do you understand what Iâm giving you? You canât give up. Plus, I hate the queen and princess.
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