Chasing His Kickass Luna Back Chapter 397

Abby

As I sit in front of the vanity mirror with the hair and makeup artist circling around me, I meet my friends’ gazes in the reflection; Chloe, Leah, Daisy, and even Elsie are here as my bridesmaids, each of them looking more beautiful than the last.

“The seamstress really did do a great job repairing your gown,” Chloe says as she inspects my wedding dress, which is hanging on the back of the door. “You can’t even tell that it ripped.”

I let out a soft sigh of relief as I recall my partially-hormone-induced panic from yesterday. “You guys should have seen me yesterday. I was a trainwreck.”

“Well, you don’t look like a trainwreck.” Leah grins at me from behind the magazine she’s flipping through. “You look beautiful.”

I can’t help but blush as I look at my reflection in the mirror. The makeup artist went for a natural look with a soft, shimmery gold color eyeshadow. It’s exactly what I was hoping for; and my hair is half up and half down, scattered with tiny flowers woven throughout the curls.

“And… You’re all done,” the makeup artist says with a smile, stepping back after pinning one last curl into place. She holds up a mirror so I can see the back, and turns my chair a bit. “What do you think?”

“It’s perfect,” I breathe, clutching my hands to my chest. “Thank you.”

As I stand from the chair, Chloe turns to me with my dress in her hands. “Now… Let’s get you dressed.”

With an excited yet nervous grin, I take off my silky bride-to-be robe and start to get dressed. It takes some effort to slip into the gown, as I’m extra careful after yesterday’s damage. However, finally, I’ve slipped in and now Chloe is lacing up the back.

“Oh, wow,” Elsie says as she watches. “Abby, it fits you like a glove.”

I draw in a shaky breath; I’m not looking in the mirror yet, but rather waiting for the big reveal. If the looks on my friends’ faces are any indication, though, the wait will be worth it.

“There,” Chloe says in a satisfied tone once the corset is fully laced up. “Ready?”

“Ready.”

I turn around to face the mirror, and feel my breath catch in my throat. The dress really does fit like a glove, and with my hair and makeup done, it finally feels… real. But I’m just missing one more thing: my veil.

As though reading my mind, Leah comes up behind me with my veil in my hands. She smiles at me in the mirror as she gently lowers it onto my head, sliding the comb into place.

“There,” she whispers. “Now you’re a bride.”

The tears in my eyes are almost instant, and it’s all I can do to keep them from spilling over. I have to fan at my eyes to keep myself from immediately ruining my makeup, but it’s not easy when my friends, all dressed just as beautifully in their own unique bridesmaid’s gowns, are smiling at me.

“You all look so beautiful,” I say.

My friends laugh, almost in unison; they’re all wearing various shades of sage green in their gowns, but each picked out a unique gown. I wanted them to feel just as beautiful and vibrant as I do, not homogenous and perfectly-matched. And I’m glad for it now that I get to see them like this.

As we all crowd together in front of the mirror, though, it hits me.

“I don’t have anyone to give me away at the wedding,” I whisper.

Chloe quirks an eyebrow. “Not Karl’s father?”

I shrug. It crossed my mind, but I just don’t know him well enough yet. “I wish my own dad was here,” I whisper.

Chloe and Leah, who know the story better than anyone, exchange glances. “Abby, your dad is a jerk,” Leah says gently, touching my shoulder. “You know you wouldn’t want him here.”

I let out a soft sigh as I realize that she’s right. Ever since he disowned me for my fertility issues, I haven’t seen or heard from him. Of course I wouldn’t want him at the wedding. I don’t want him in my life, Karl’s life, or our child’s life. Not now, not ever.

But it doesn’t make it hurt any less.

“Well, it’s okay to walk down the aisle by yourself,” Elsie chimes in. “Besides, everyone’s eyes will be on you anyway.”

“Yeah,” I say with a sad nod. “You’re right.”

As we’re standing in front of the mirror, there’s a soft knock on the door that makes me jump a bit and pulls me out of my reverie. Chloe furrows her brow and walks over to the door, cracking it open. A moment later, I hear a thick French accent come through.

“I’m sorry to intrude, but I believe I left my wallet in there while I was getting dressed.”

“Come in, Anton,” I call out.

A moment later, Anton’s head pokes in. “I don’t want to intrude—” he begins, but then his voice abruptly cuts off when he sees me. His eyes widen, and he fully steps into the room. “Abby…”

“What do you think?” I ask, doing a small spin.

“Abby, you…” Anton looks at me for a long time, opening and closing his mouth a few times as though he can’t seem to find the words. “You look absolutely beautiful.”

I can’t help but smile at Anton’s kind words. “Thank you, Anton,” I say. I pick up my skirt and walk over to him, giving him a warm hug and a kiss on the cheek. “That means a lot to hear you say.”

Anton smiles and hugs me back, blushing a bit from the kiss on the cheek. It’s then, as we’re standing here together, that an idea comes to mind; Anton and I have been through a lot together in a short amount of time.

The night that we met is still as clear as day in my head, and we’ve both come so far since then. In a way, we’ve become a… family. We all have.

“Anton,” I say softly, “could I ask you something?”

“Anything, my dear.”

I blush a bit. “Would you… Would you consider giving me away at the wedding? My father isn’t here, and…”

My voice trails off. For a moment, I think that I’ve just embarrassed myself by this decision I’ve made on a whim, that it’ll be too much and he’ll decline my offer. I can feel the eyes of the others on me, and I wonder if I’ve taken things too far, if my emotions have gotten the best of me today.

But when I see the tears begin to pool up in Anton’s eyes, and I see the smile stretch across his face, I know I’ve made the right choice.

“I would be honored, Abby,” he says.

Without another word, I throw my arms around Anton’s neck and hug him tightly. The bridesmaids grin and clap their hands excitedly, and I can hear the snapping of a camera as we hug.

As we pull away, however, I can see the door creaking open behind us. The wedding coordinator pokes her head in and checks her watch, and I can feel my heart beginning to race in my chest.

“Abby, it’s time.”