Mabel stared at herself in the mirror once more, now she felt like the time spent on dressing her wasn't wasted but still, all this just made her all the more nervous.
Breathe in and Breathe out
She kept telling herself as if she was chanting some kind of mantra. They had spent three whole hours dolling her up to look like someone else entirely.
Yeah someone else, because she couldn't even recognize the figure in the mirror, it was so not her, curves in the right places, chubby face and curly brown hair, did she transmigrate?
Who was she kidding? She didn't die. Her blue eyes and small button nose said it was still her.
She heard a knock on the door and she immediately composed herself before allowing the person to enter the room, It was Lyra.
" Hey, can I come in?", Lyra asked poking her head into the room making her look cute on the act. Mabel nodded softly with a smile and Lyra stepped in all the more before shutting the door close and walking over to Mabel.
Mabel took a seat on one of the comfortable couches and Lyra did the same. " I'm sorry to be bothering you but I thought you needed it", Lyra said and smiled softly while Mabel frowned at her words, what did she mean?
Lyra sensing Mabel's confusion quickly cleared herself. " Actually you made it so obvious with the way you kept fiddling with your fingers and spacing out", she said and Mabel felt a blush creep it's way to her face.
She thought no one noticed it as they were all busy getting her ready and not even caring about what she said 'no' or 'yes' to.
" I didn't know I made it so obvious, I was just confused", Mabel said and Lyra nodded in understanding. " I would also be confused if I was in your place, I would have even be tagged as a runaway bride by now", Lyra spoke so freely and Mabel chuckled. " That would be epic", she said to have Lyra nod in agreement.
" Lyra Chapman, runaway bride of the year. I know it would be a lot to take in but then this was also too much pressure", Lyra said broadcasting it in a way the school bulletin board would and also the stress that came with the attention from being the bride and Mabel chuckled even more.
" I feel like declining too and running back home to get my head back on track. I feel like am moving too fast and I can't stop, it's too much I tell you. Just tell me, am I doing wrong by wanting to get the hell out of here and forget this was ever a part of my life?", Mabel asked expectantly watching Lyra's expression so closely not wishing to miss any one of it.
" It's not wrong to give up when you can't get something but then you would be taking the easy way out. Sometimes giving things a try with another method helps", Lyra said and suddenly became positive of what she was saying.
" You're saying that you feel like you're moving too fast but that's because you're letting your mind think like that. Change your thoughts, move on your own pace, don't quit this and sour your name, be You", Lyra said and looked over at Mabel to be sure the girl was getting what she was saying.
" Me....... the me I know, thanks a lot, your motivation really worked wonders", Mabel said softly as she felt herself calm down and Lyra flashed her one of her most lovely smiles before staring at her phone screen and sighing.
" Petra wants me to help her with her dress, I've got to go", Lyra said and stood up from the couch in a hurry to the door. That was when Mabel finally took in what Lyra was wearing, a peach flowered dress with long sleeves and big skirt at the bottom, a cinderella style only that Petra had red hair.
" Lyra", she subconsciously called out just as Lyra opened the door. Lyra turned to look at her with her eyebrows raised as if asking the question, what is it?
Mabel smiled and stared at the dress. " Nice look you've got there", she complimented and Lyra smiled happily. " Thankyou, you don't look bad yourself, am referring to your mood incase you don't get it", Lyra quickly explained and Mabel nodded at her before Lyra hurriedly left after getting another text from Petra.
Mabel turned away from the door and in not less than three minutes of Lyra's departure, the door opened and a good looking figure stepped in.
She turned her head to the direction and saw him close the door softly. He looked uterly marvelous. She gulped as she watched him walk towards her before standing right in front of her and the most weirdest of all happened.
The figure poked her cheeks.