Chapter 214
214 –I Am Finally A Bride
Madeline:
I stared at myself in the mirror with my eyes wide open, not even able to blink once.
I had never worn anything like this. The gown was long and flowy, something a princess would wear.
The bodice was covered with small diamantes that shone whenever the light reflected on them.
The sleeves were short and made of soft net sprinkled with little sparkles that appeared along my arms,
My hair had been curled into big waves.
A few strands were tied at the back while the rest fell over my shoulders like a waterfall, with some loose pieces around my face.
My makeup had been done by professionals. The light red lipstick made everything look complete in a simple way. “You look so beautiful. You know, I have prepared many brides, but never someone like you, ” the lady who had been hired to do my makeup told me, admiring either her work or me or my appearance.
I lowered my gaze shyly and pressed my palms on my lap, trying to steady myself.
Suddenly the door opened and my children rushed in, but they stopped midway, with Bodhi letting out a loud gasp.
My kids were already very expressive, always quick to react.
“Mommy, you look like a princess,” Bodhi exclaimed, hurrying toward me.
Gina followed him with wide eyes, holding the skirt of her peach dress.
Elara entered right behind her, staring at me in complete shock.
Both my daughters wore peach gowns that matched each other.
Bodhi wore a white suit with a little bow tie that kept tilting to the side, and he would quickly adjust it like he was an old man.
“When I grow up, I want a dress like yours,” Elara stated, holding the net sleeve of my gown as if she was afraid that if she let go, someone else would steal it from her.
The makeup artist began fixing the shiny glittery veil on the back of my head.
“And you three look so pretty,” I told them, but they continued watching me while blinking, their eyes twinkling like little stars, making my chest feel warm at the adoration in their expressions.
Then someone else stepped inside and the children turned to him.
I looked up at the gasp someone had let out. Baxter stood in the doorway in a black suit.
His hair was tied back neatly, but a few strands were loose on his forehead.
He stared at me longer than he should have. His expression carried something I could not understand, maybe longing.
It seemed like he had forgotten to breathe until he shook himself slightly.
“ You look nice,” he remarked awkwardly, looking down. 1
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“Thank you,” I replied. “At least you came for the wedding,” I commented.
I was not trying to taunt him. I knew he was busy.
But his compliment and the way he had been staring at me made me react.
“Yeah, I wanted to come sooner, but I could not stop transitioning after every few minutes,” he explained, shifting his posture and smiling at the kids one by one.
I noticed the way he leaned down to fix Elara’s hair.
“Why did you not tell me that was the reason you were not coming?” I asked him in bewilderment, remembering the pain he would feel from transitioning nonstop.
“It’s fine. I do not want to talk about it,” he uttered, shrugging a little.
“You used to talk about it previously,” I reminded him quietly.
“Yeah, and then you kind of told everyone on me,” he whispered under his breath in such a low tone that I had to frown and step off the stool to walk over to him to try to hear him correctly.
“What?” I asked.
“Nothing,” he replied quickly, brushing it off.
I wanted to keep asking him, but he took a deep breath and looked around the room before stepping closer.
The moment he stepped toward me, I completely forgot what we had been talking about.
“Since your father is not going to walk you down the aisle, how about I do it?” he suggested, making my heart skip a beat in my chest.
A distant memory returned to me.
Growing up, when I first started to have a crush on him, I remembered how I had dreamed about walking down the aisle as his bride.
As he watched my face, I swallowed the tears that tried to form in my eyes and then nodded my head.
He had no idea what he was asking.
Although I was grateful that when others left my side, he stayed at least somewhat near me, it did not change the fact that I would rather have walked down the aisle as his bride.
But that was never possible. He liked my sister, and he had walked out on me before.
So it was better that I did not have to deal with heartbreak from him again.
At least one friendship might survive the storm.
“ Yes, that would be a good idea, ” I told him.
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