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olt awake as the bedroom door swings open.
I jolt
“Sorry, lost track of the time on the phone, 1-” she stops herself.
“Well, I guess you didn’t even notice. I thought you looked a little tired. I guess a twenty minute nap
isn’t a bad thing.” She copses onto therge bed beside me and snuggles in next to me. She smiles
contentedly. Are all Shifters this cuddly? Or maybe it’s just a Kane thing.
“Was Bemy here?” she questions.
“I think I can smell him.” I shrug.
“I ran into him in the hall. He was half–asleep. I think I must have woken him when I came up the
stairs.” I keep my tone casual. Megan nods epting my exnation. Wow, it is surprisingly easy to
hide things from people when they aren’t actually expecting you to lie. Not that I did lie technically, I just
didn’t go into a lot of detail. Okay, now I feel guilty.
“Hey, Ry?” Megan sounds a little nervous. I smile at her use of a nickname for me.
“Yeah?”
“I know we haven’t known each other long, but I was wondering if you would be my bridesmaid? I’m
only nning to have one.” I am inplete shock. That was sopletely unexpected.
“I, I’d love to. But don’t you have someone else you should ask before me? Someone you’ve known
longer or something?” I hate myself for asking that. What if she changes her mind. I desperately want
to be her bridesmaid. Megan sighs.
“No, I know it hasn’t been long but you’re already my best friend Ry. The Shifters here all treat me
differently. They always have, it used to be because of my parents, now because of Bemy. They’re
kind to me, and they like me and I do consider them friends. But they never rx around me. Not like
you do.” Megan blushes and falls silent. Megan is so friendly and
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always surrounded by people, it hadn’t urred to me that she might be lonely.
“You know, for people who grew up so differently, we really do seem to have a lot in
“There is nothing I want more than to be your bridesmaid. You’re my best friend too your know.” I add.
Megan squeals and throws her arms around me so tight that I can barely breathe. I can’t stopughing
which also doesn’t help.
“Can’t. Breathe. Crushing. Me…” I manage to get out. Megan releases me and sits up. I do the same.
She looks as delighted as I feel. She nces at her phone.
“It’s about…. two–thirty. Time for us to start getting ready. We’re using the ballroom in the Oak Hotel
down the road which isn’t far and the party doesn’t start until six. But I was to head down by about half
past five to make sure all the decorations are right and everything. That gives us a little under three
hours for hair and makeup.” She seems super excited. I am too, I get to be her bridesmaid and now
we’re getting ready for her engagement party together. Still, there’s a bit of a damper on my mood
since I know Tristan is wrong for her and if Bemy and I seed in our ns, there will be no
wedding. But I know she’s meant for Darrien. So I guess this means I’ll eventually get to be a
bridesmaid for their wedding. I hope. Still, nothing I can do about that right now. I set aside all those
depressing thoughts and focus on figuring out hair and makeup with Megan which trantes to; sat
there and watched as Megan the whirlwind span around the room and took care of everything.
It’s quarter to five and I’m staring at myself in Megan’s full length mirror. I’ve never seen myself look like
this before. The blue in my dress emphasises my blue hair and the entire dress glitters beautifully and
flows like gravity doesn’t even exist. My glittery ck essories add just enough to make me look put
together. Megan has styled my hair in beautiful curls and then pinned one side away from my face. She
then added some kind of glitter to my hair which stands out against my dark hair and against the blue
makes it seem like the sparkles are little stars. I’m wearing more makeup than I ever have in my life but
surprisingly I love it. I’m starting to think it’s not make–up I dislike but poorly done make–up AKA
make–up done by myself. Dark ck makeup with a subtle sparkle in it around my eyes makes them
stand out, yes. But for once I don’t hate it. My eyes are dramatic looking but so is everything else I’m
wearing. Somehow, using makeup skills that I definitelyck, Megan has managed to make my pale
skin look wless like a perfect porcin doll and the look ispleted with a subtle nude lipstick. I
feel like some kind of gxy princess. The back of my dress drags on the floor slightly which I’m going
to have to be careful of and I’m going to
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hate my shoes by the end of the night, but I can’t bring myself to care. If I look like a princess. then
Megan looks like a queen or some kind of goddess or something. The deep red of her dress matches
the lipstick she skilfully applied. Her dress is elegant and makes her look like she should be on a
runway. The beads on her dress catch the light just right. Her hair is pinned up in some bun updo with
tendrils curling down around her face. Like me, she has
glitter all her hair although hers is gold to match her essories. Her golden eyes
shine and I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone look as beautiful as she does right now. She moves
around the room grabbing her things and putting together a little clutch with all the items she deems
essential for her evening. Lipstick, phone, concealer in case touch ups are needed. Bandages for her
heels in case her shoes hurt her feet, and so on. We have music ying, but quietly since Bemy was
sleeping earlier, although he should be up by now. A knock at the door makes me jump, but I know it’s
Bemy before he even speaks. He calls through the door.
“Are you girls ready yet? Megs you said you wanted to leave early.” He reminds her. She rolls her eyes
dramatically.
“Almost ready. 1
be down in five minutes!” She calls back. He sighs from behind the door.
“Sure, of COURSE you will.” He grumbles. I can hear him head back down the stairs.
“Okay so I might be more like ten minutes.” Megan decides as she adjusts the pins in her
hair.
“Why don’t you head downstairs and cate the guys?” I shrug and grab my clutch. Tristan is meeting
us at the hotel so at least I won’t have to chat with him awkwardly. I head out the room and start to
make my way down the stairs, going slowly so as not to trip in my heels or catch my skirt which I am
holding out of the way with one hand. I can hear Bemy and Darrien talking in the kitchen. Bemy
has his back to me and is looking at something on aptop he has open on the bench when I walk in.
Darrien turns and gives me an approving nod and smile which I appreciate.
“Megan said she might be more like ten minutes.” I announce. Bemy sighs.
“What can possibly take this long?” he grumbles.
“I’ll hurry her along.” Darrien deres and gives me a sly look as he heads out the kitchen.
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I’m suddenly nervous although it’s totally ridiculous that I should be. Bemy sighs again and closes
theptop with a little more force than is strictly required. He stands up and turns around, then freezes
as he sees me. He blinks once, then twice. A smile runs over his face.
“You look beautiful.” He offers. I blush and stare at the ground.
“Thank you.” I mumble, suddenly shy. He looks great in the suit we picked out for him. The kitchen is
awkward and silent for a moment before Bemy speaks. He sounds amused.
“I see what you meant before, we match.” He gestures to his own outfit. I smile at him, rxing now
that the awkwardplements thing is over.
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“I like your dress.” He adds. Darn it, okay. Not over then.
“Well that’s probably a good thing since you insisted on paying for it.” I remind him. Heughs.
“It was worth every dor.” he insists, I roll my eyes.
“You don’t even know what it cost. It’s still just a dress.” I point out. He smiles.
“But you look happy, so it was worth it.” My heart melts just a little bit. That was so sweet. It also makes
me want to hide a bit. Still, I stand my ground.
“I am happy.” I remember Megan asking me to be her bridesmaid and all I can think is how much I want
to tell Bemy.
“Megan asked me to be her bridesmaid. She says I’m her best friend.” I blurt the words out in a child–
like babble of excitement. Bemy grins.
“I’m happy for you.” I giggle, I have a best friend. It’s just so wonderful. I wonder who Bemy’s best
friend is. I don’t think I have actually seen him spend time with anyone but his sister. Suddenly
Bemy’s expression changes. He looks super ufortable and shifts around awkwardly.