“Sleeping beauty wake up, today will change your life! You’re Wedding day” I jerk out from my sleep to see my mom, Clarisse and granny staring down at me. Are they really the excited to ruin my sleep?

“Give me a break mom, I’m still sleeping! Why can’t you wait that I wake up by myself in my own time?” I hiss but it was too late. Clarisse pull me out of the bed and push me to the bathroom, before I can protest she shut the door close. I’m standing in the bathroom with her. Now what?

“Let’s get you ready for the day” Clarisse smile. ”But—““No but’s okay? Now just keep quiet and let me handle this”

After 30 minutes inside the bathroom, I was able to get out now. No mirrors, I can’t see my own face this is pathetic! “You’re so beautiful Cheska” mom gasps. I smile at her and there I notice on my bed lay a white long gown. It’s beautiful no one can argue about it! Mom did a great job.

“Now, fit this gown I made with the help of my friends” mom said. 

I did what she told me, and the gown fits me perfectly. “Here comes the mirror” granny giggles. I smile and look myself on the mirror. There I see a beautiful woman standing, looking at me. She’s so matured; too way off from the real me. I smile then walk towards my study table. 

“What’s wrong Cheska?” mom asked. “Nothing mom, I just love my wedding dress” and I hope that I wear this wedding dress to marry the man I love.

“And who will put on my make-up?” I ask. They all smile at me. “You better take-off your wedding dress and put the robe first because your make-up artist will be here” Clarisse smile.

I do what she told me, about a minute “They you are, what a lovely bride” the make-up artist gasps. “You are really beautiful without make-up” he hugs me, he’s a gay. “Cheska, we’ll meet you at the church okay?” mom bids then they all gone leaving me, the make-up artist and his assistant behind.

An hour passes by and I was wearing my wedding dress now. I feel bored so I’ve decided to write my dos and don’ts while we’re married. This includes:

Own bedroom; no asking personal stuff; no intrusive with both parties; no borrowing personal stuff including towels; toothbrush; undies and bras. I giggle about the last thing I wrote but I didn’t erase it. 

The make-up artist is busy putting my veil when Jed enters my room. I glance at him but get my attention back to my writing. I feel burning eyes looking down at me and I don’t intend to look back because I know that it’s Jed. Wait! What the hell is he doing here?

“Why are you here?” I break the silence and that time the make-up artist is already finished. “Why? I want look at you before I go to church so that I won’t be surprise” he smirks.

“Don’t you believe about the superstition that you must not see the bride before the wedding?” I smirk back. “It will end up bad you know”

“Nah, we both know the deal so I don’t need it. See you at the wedding, by the way? I thought white gowns are for the virgins only” he turns his heels on me. I wasn’t able to handle myself. I took off my wedding sandals and throw it at his back. He’s insulting me so much. I can’t take it anymore.

“What was that for?” he ask seriously. “Don’t you dare do that to me again you---“

“Don’t you ever tell me what to do Jed; Stop insulting me I am still a virgin and I already wrote down our deal on my diary” I snap.

The make-up artist and his assistant explode a cough. I forgot that they are there but who care? I am really pissed. 

“You better get ready for the wedding Miss Shawn because I’ll be waiting at the aisle” then after that he left.

“Miss Shawn, let’s go. Don’t be upset now” the make-up artist smiles at me. I just nod as a sign of response.

I was able to go to the church when I remember that my wedding sandals are nowhere to be found. Where the hell it is? Darn it! I don’t have enough time to look for it! I just grab another wedding sandal and unfortunately don’t fit me.

“Are you alright Miss Shawn?” the make-up artist asks concern. “Yes I am” I walk downstairs and went straight to the limousine.

Jed really tries to freak me out about this whole marriage thing, but I will not let him ruin my life by not ruining his. If he’s playing a game then I’m up to it! 

Mr. Crawford, I can play too you know?