Post by Reira DeMorvick on Jun 2, 2009 2:58:58 GMT -5
For Matrim, but OPEN to viewers!
Echoes of laughter erupted from the salon. It was to be expected on such a day. Reira was absolutely in the greatest mood ever. Nothing could ruin her day, the day she’d get married to the love of her life. She had dreamed of this day and now that it was here, she almost couldn’t believe it. A smile crossed those full lips of hers.
“I know that grin,” she heard Mischa say from beside her. "Oh I bet you do!" Reira smiled back at her friend and the two of them giggled once more at the look each of them were making. Olivia was on Reira’s other side, looking a little pale as she watched the women sting a piece of hair into a curling iron. Reira merely rolled her eyes in an amused way and continued to think about the events that were only a few hours away. The hair dresser continued to curl and fashion her hair to her preference, all the while she was getting her make-up done by a professional at the same time.
Man I love this salon! Only a little longer and we’ll be done here and ready to get into our dresses!
A little while later: Reira had walked into the salon with straight hair, to having a magnificent head of curls that was styled so that most of it was pulled to the side and a prefect amount of hair dangled down. All and all she was amazed at how she looked. Mischa and Olivia looked equally nice and soon enough they were driving in Mischa’s Lamborghini to her house, where Demetri and Nicolaas waited for them.
~Few Hours Later~
Demetri inhaled deeply and exhaled cancerous fumes. He was dressed in a stunning tuxedo, his blonde, almost silver hair dangling in his eyes. The room was quiet and his nerves were on end and the continuous pace of Nicolaas was driving him insane. Why was he like this? Well, it was simple…he was giving Reira away…he was finally letting her go. It was a touchy thing to Demetri, since he loved her so much and honestly wanted her to stay under his wing for as long as possible. But he had promised Samara that he’d keep Reira smiling…and Matrim made her happy, therefore he’d be on his best behavior today. Putting his cigarette out, he sighed.
“Nic, go get me some coffee,” he said sternly. Nic, who was in an equally stunning tux, ran his hand though his brown hair and sighed. “Another one?!,” he said astonished. “This is your fifth cup today!!” Demetri gave him an evil look and Nic shot up out of his seat. “Okay, okay, gotcha. One cup of black coffee coming up---Whoa Rei! God daaamn!”
Reira had stepped out of the room she had been in for half n hour. Demetri’s eyes widened upon seeing her. She looked gorgeous in her wedding dress. It fit her perfectly and for a moment he saw Samara in her. He smiled then and walked towards her, smacking Nicolaas on the back of the head on his way. “Don’t drool on my floor, idiot.” His attention was once again on his niece. Her dress was strapless, made of the purest white material with a long train. It hugged all her curves nicely. Demetri placed his arms around her and engulfed her in a hug.
“You look beautiful.”
"Thank you, she said."Reira blushed as she hugged him. He faintly noticed Mischa and Olivia come up behind her, wearing their navy blue brides maid dresses. Looks like they were all ready to go. Taking Reira’s hand in his, he guided her to the door and off they went.
“Let’s go!”
