Kidnapped by the Mafia novel Chapter 9

A soft baby pink robe hung at the back, it looked just my size and Donna did mention something about having it custom made. The halls name as I had come to know was, 'Crystalia' and from what the women were gossiping about. It seemed to be the most luxurious and expensive wedding hall around.

Stepping out of my clothes I stepped into the automated shower, warm water rained down on me from the ceiling. When I had stood under the shower long enough to have my blonde hair dripping waterfalls, I began applying the products.

True to Donnas words, it took quite a while and after I had applied the last one. I slipped into the bath and sat soaking in the water for a good twenty minutes. When the sleepiness began crawling back to me, I stepped out carefully and put on the robe.

I had been specially instructed to not start drying my hair inside and was just told to put on my undergarments. I followed the orders and stepped out with the robe tied around me. I was led to a chair by on of the frantic ladies.

"We have exactly four hours, get to work."

Sally ordered from somewhere in the room and was quickly led to a chair as well. Much to her dismay. Donna was also seated wrapped up in a robe and the lady with her was setting up all of her makeup tools onto the desk before her.

My desk was already set up and with a lot more products than the ones on the others. Two ladies stepped up to me one of them busying herself into the wet nest called my hair and the other one plugging in the hair dryer. She also took out the pins and set them up along with combs and brushes of all sizes. Some colored bands and decorated pins also took up the space before me as the woman standing behind me, dried my hair.

As soon as it was dry, she let me go put on my dress. As I slipped into the white Full sleeved dress, I flashed back to the time my mother wanted to help me dress up as the bride and give me pointers and how father wanted to walk me down the aisle.

I pushed back the need to cry and sat on a near by chair for a while. Luckily no one interrupted me and I got enough time to gather back my courage and step back into the dressing room. There were awes and gasps filled with glee that resonated around the room as all the women turned to look at me and admire the piece of clothing that hugged my waist perfectly.

When they got over the shock, the makeup began. She started off light and slowly but surely got more and more focused into her work, to a point at which conversation was scarce. My hair dresser did her work well and I felt a bunch of pins brush against my scalp in a way that had me tensing up each time.

As they both were done with me, I was told to stand up and give all of the 20 to 24 women present in the room a twirl. All of them were focused on me with massive grins on their faces, grins that could've scared me half to death if I was to wake up to them.

As I gave them their twirl, all of them squealed and appreciated their work. I thanked the two who helped me the most and they bowed their heads in respect before leaving. I looked into the mirror and managed a smile, I looked pretty. Giving myself a twirl my smile grew as the gown fluttered elegantly.

My inner voice questioned and I shuddered, nope, Edward was better. But this set everything differently, I would have to be alone with Edward and that scared me. I wasn't sure if he actually liked me or not but I could bet on the latter one being the case.

This led to me walking back and forth in the room muttering 'OhMyGod' countless times and Donna along with Sally giving me amused looks.

But everything was interrupted by a knock that sounded on the other side, I halted and stared at Donna, who looked at the door with utter fondness. Of course she did, that is her son out their. Her son that she rarely saw anymore. She had complained to me about how both of them were ripped away from her at an early age to 'prepare' and warned me to not let that happen with my children. I blushed as I thought back to it.

And for the first time since yesterday, my mind flashed to Severus. I had been trying to stop thinking about him because every time I thought about him I also thought about the kiss and everything would come flooding back including the embarrassment of saying it and the sensation of feeling his lips on mine.

My hands reached up to touch my lips as I thought about the gentle way his lips moved against mine, relaxing me against him and making me succumb to his soft and much appreciated demand. I remembered the way his hand had moved to my head and kept it in place and how his tongue had tasted and caressed the inside of my mouth.

I thought about how his breath had become ragged and how I had breathed his name. My cheeks flushed as I remembered how many times the guard had knocked from the outside but neither of us had heard him, too lost in our own actions and the pleasure those actions brought.