The next day came rather quickly leading me to where I am now, sitting in a boutique watching my mother try on wedding dress after wedding dress even though she has about six at home. When I brought that up she yelled at me, saying it was bad luck to wear the same wedding dress that was used for a previous collapsed marriage, but maybe if she stopped marrying men for their money it wouldn’t always be so bad. The boys had their tuxes fitted in another room until they were allowed in with us as well, all spread out across the room on the giant couches while I sat leaned forward on a separate chair my legs spread out a bit wearing black slacks and a blue blouse to look presentable as my mother put it. She stated before we left that if I wasn’t going to wear a dress I had to at least not look like a rat that had crawled out of the sewers trying to steal a diamond on its way across town so that I wouldn’t cover it in shit. Basically meaning if I didn’t look the part I would be a disgra

Hours passed, practicing places for seating and looking at the venue before going home and discussing the seating arrangement and the guest list for the fiftieth time making every part of me scream for an escape. By the time dinner came my mother was late doing something up stairs as the rest of us waited sitting at the table in an awkward silence until Mr. Pierce cleared his throat and turned his attention towards me. “Did you find a good dress for tomorrow?” he asked, trying to make small talk. “I did, thank you, the people there were very nice as well” I stated with a smile and his eyes widened. “Really? Your mother said it was the worst service she ever got” he said with an airy laugh and I nodded. “Mom’s not known for her patience, but for her meticulous nature” I said and he nodded along with my words. “And you boys, the tux’s fit well” he asked and all of the guys nodded in reply leaving us in silence as heels clicked from down the hall making there way to the dinning room

"Hi, you're Amara right" a woman said almost frantically as she came up to me; her breathing was heavy as she leaned down on her knees, her pencil skirt crumbled up in her fingers as she caught her breath. "Yes" I said with a soft smile "why is everything okay" I asked, showing a bit of worry in my tone as I stared at the woman who looks like she's on the verge of balling her eyes out. "I'm Mrs. Yoon, your mothers assistant and she said she needed you," she said almost nervously as she twisted her fingers together, straightening her posture up as much as she could. "Alright I'll go as long as you show me where" I said gently while grabbing her arm, the poor young woman looked at me in thankfulness and fear as I help her stand up fully looking over her tired state "it's alright Mrs. Yoon," I said reassuringly while sending her a soft smile causing her to sigh in a small bit of relief. Slowly she walked me to a separate room before knocking on the door softly "what" my mothers harsh

“Are you hungry?” Link asked out of nowhere, breaking the silence and I sucked in a breath. “Really, that was what you came up with” Jace asked looking over at him with his eyebrows furrowed together, and during this I decided to look each of them over, water was still dropping off of their hair showing the showers they had all taken and they stood there in sweats or pajama pants and t-shirts clearly dressed for bed their disheveled looks were completely opposite from the men I had seen in tux’s earlier today. Link had on a pair of dark blue pajama pants with a white t-shirt that hugged his body, his brown silver-like hair shining in the hallway light as his deep brown eyes held a challenge in them as he stared over at Jace. Jace’s caramel-like eyes held almost a look of disgust while he stared over at Link, he wore a simple pair of dark green checkered pajama pants and a plain black hoodie and his dark brown almost black hair was on his head like a mop as it normally was. Julain

“Amara” I heard him whisper as the door closed and my eyebrows furrowed at the sound, I locked the door I thought to myself before opening my eyes to find Jace staring down at me. “No” I whispered, rolling over onto my other side facing away from him and I heard him sigh as he lay down behind me, his arms wrapping around my waist and pulling my back into him. “It’s okay” he whispered softly as I stared at my headboard, our bodies sideways on the bed. “Why are you in here, how did you get in here” I whispered the questions out, my voice hoarse from crying and sleeping and he sush’s me his breath fanning against the back of my neck as he moves one hand to push my hair out of the way. “I picked it, don’t be mad, and I’m here because you’ve been in here for two days not talking to anyone” he whispered and I let out a sigh before moving to lay on my back the large shirt I threw on this morning pulling around me making me feel a bit trapped. “We’ve been worried” he mumbled and I looked