As Fu Shao wouldn't arrive until the next day so we couldn't cross paths by accident before the wedding, which would mean bad luck. I honestly didn't know how I could have any more bad luck than I already had.
"Today's the day!" Mother said with fake cheer.
I dragged myself out of bed. Qina then pulled the comforter over her head, grumbling something about it being too early.
Mother sighed.
"I can't believe you two shared a room like 5 year old kids."
"Someone had to make sure, Big brother Fu won't sneak in," Qina said from beneath the comforter.
"Martial Zhen has patrolled the corridor."
"As if he would protect big sister from her nasty groom," she muttered, finally sitting up.
Her long hair was a mess.
Mother pursed her lips.
"Your sister doesn't need protection from her husband, sweetie."
Qina snorted, but Mother ignored her and ushered me into the bathroom.
"We have to get you ready. The stylish will be here any second. Grab a quick shower."
As the hot water poured down on me, realization set in. This was it, the day I'd been dreading for so long.
Tonight I'd be Su Shen Mi for the last time, before a wife to the future Master Fu and a virgin.
So I leaned against the shower. I wished I were like other brides. I wished I could enjoy this day. I wished I didn't have to look forward to my wedding night with trepidation, but I'd learned a long time ago that wishing didn't change a thing.
When I stepped out of the shower, I felt cold. Even my fluffy bathrobe couldn't stop my shivering.
Then there a knocked and Qina entered with a cup and a bowl in her hand.
"Coffee and fruit, Big sister. Apparently you aren't allowed to have pancakes because it could cause bloating. What rubbish advice," She said angrily.
I took the coffee but shook my head at the food.
"I'm not hungry."
"You can't go all day without eating or you'll faint when you walk down the aisle."
She paused.
"Though, on second thought, I'd love to see Fu Shao face when you do."
I sipped at the coffee, then took the bowl from her and ate a few pieces of berries. I really didn't want to faint.
Because Father would be furious, and Fu Shao probably wouldn't be too happy about it either.
"The stylish has arrived with her entourage. You could think they need to prettify an army of wives."
She worried gaze followed me as I walked into the bedroom, where Qinli and my mother were already waiting with the three stylish. They began their work at once, waxing our legs and armpits.
When I thought the torture was over, the stylish asked.
"V zone? Do you know what your husband likes, my lady?"
My cheeks exploded with heat. Mother actually looked at me for an answer.
As if I knew the first thing about Fu Shao and his preferences, especially concerning body hair.
"Maybe we could call one of his prostitute," Qina suggested.
Mother gasped.
"Su Qina!"
Qinli looked clueless about the whole situation. She might have been the queen of flirting but that was all.
"I'll remove everything except for a small triangle, okay?" The stylish said in a gentle voice and I nodded, giving her a grateful smile.