Logan Chapter 87

-Emory-

After breakfast, I’m immediately shuttled into a guest room with good lighting to get my hair and makeup done for the ceremony tonight. Bryan and Hunter weren’t fans of me wearing one of Logan’s button down shirts to breakfast, but it’s the easiest way to get ready without ruining everything while taking a shirt off over my head. The dress Mama and I found has a zipper, so I’ll step into it and pull it up from the bottom. I never thought, making my New Year’s resolutions, that I’d be getting married in just a few months. I guess I’m better at manifesting than I realized.

The getting ready room is almost… lonely. Just me, Mama, and the ladies helping me to get ready. I have Liza doing my hair and Hazel doing my makeup. I’m getting a weird vibe from Hazel, but Liza is super sweet. She’s totally enamored of my hair color, and loves being able to “play with it” for the day. Hazel hasn’t said much at all, just keeps adding layers and details to my face with an almost distracted air, her mouth pressed into a straight line.

“We were looking to keep it a little more natural, Hazel, dear. I don’t think a smokey eye will work very well with the dress she’ll be wearing. Do you want to see it again?” My mom’s words break into my thoughts about this evening and I look down to see a pot of dark purple- almost black- eyeshadow in Hazel’s hand. With my pale skin, I’m sure it would’ve looked like I’d been punched in the face.

“It’ll blend out, you have to trust the process.” Hazel says sweetly, with an insincere smile on her face. Liza’s hands pause in my hair.

“Think about this, Hazel. What’s your plan? How do you see it going when he finds out?” It takes me a second to catch up. Hazel was trying to sabotage my makeup, and Liza is warning her that Logan won’t laugh it off. I take a deep breath to keep from jumping down her throat.

“She doesn’t even want him, Liza! He would’ve been mine! I should be Luna!” She hisses over my head, like I can’t hear her from less than a damn foot away.

I decide to jump in before Mama starts yelling. “That’s enough. Even if I looked like a corpse for our ceremony, Logan would want me, anyway. Nothing you do today can stop the fact that we’re fated mates. If… the stars… wanted you two to be together, then you would be. Clearly, you care more about the prestige than you care about Logan, or you’d be happy that he’s happy. Because he is. Happy with me, I mean. And since he never mentioned you…”

I let the last sentence hang. She knows that he wasn’t planning a future with her. He wasn’t planning a future with anyone in particular when he met me. That was part of the reason he struggled in the very beginning. He didn’t want to be tied down. Now I’m the one getting tied down I think to myself with a blush, and we’re both happier for it.

“Ugh, at least control yourself.” Hazel hisses at me as she switches the purple shadow for a soft sable brown. I blush harder at what she must be referring to.They can smell my emotions just as easily as Logan can. “This is shitty enough without having to smell about it.” I’m going to have to figure out a way to avoid that in the future. I make a mental note to ask Logan about perfumes.

Liza goes back to tending my hair. “I don’t think your Luna is the best person to pick a fight with, Hazel. Just saying.” In the echoing silence, I glance back at Mama, her eyes wide and bouncing back and forth between the shifter women as she figures out what exactly is going on. I can only hope she doesn’t catch the last comment, hope that she doesn’t decide to try and rescue me from Hazel’s opinion. She’s no match for a shifter, no matter how big her attitude is. My hopes are dashed when I see her shake her head and open her mouth.

“Oh, Hazel. It’s a good thing you’re so pretty, sweetie. One day maybe you’ll find a nice, deaf, wolf man to settle down with.” I jerk back from Hazel’s brush as I feel my eyes shoot wide.

“Mama! I have it, thank you. Hazel’s just working out some big feelin’s she’s havin’. Ain’t you, Hazel?” I level a flat stare her way, done with this confrontation and unwilling to let my mom fight my battles for me. That’s no way to earn the pack’s respect, no matter how touched I am that she’d jump in for me. Hazel, fortunately, cooperates.

“Yes. I’m done.” Hazel sounds subdued but her face is still mutinous.

“Yes, Luna, we’re fine now.” Liza says, clearly trying to do her part and still remind Hazel what she’s trying to get herself into. I take one more deep breath before I end the conversation altogether.

“Wonderful. Now, I don’t see any reason Logan would ask about my primping session this morning, unless you give him one, Hazel. So let me know just how much time I should set aside for a conversation like that.” Hazel pales, and nods to me. Clearly, Logan isn’t very forgiving about disrespect. I consider it over with, then.

I knew it had to happen eventually, that I would run into one of his exes, but I must admit the timing could have been better. I wonder if my nerves have gotten bad enough that they can smell them. Probably. The rest of my getting ready is done in echoing silence. In the end, my makeup is maybe one step better than I could have done myself, but my hair is absolutely gorgeous. I hug Liza and thank Hazel and send them on their way, then Mama and I get ready to make our grand entrance for the luncheon. Hopefully Liza and Hazel don’t gossip about what happened here, or Nanette will get me in trouble with Logan. I take a deep breath and open the door to where he’ll be waiting for me.