Chapter 260: Wedding traditions
Sitting upon a plush, velvet chair, she winced as she felt her hair being tugged from different angles. There were enough makeup kits on the vanity to last a lifeti or even open a costics store if she wanted to. Their wedding was supposed to be a small island wedding, but her husband had gone all out to make it grand by not only sending invitations to almost everyone he was acquainted with, but also ordering the most expensive grand wedding gown to be made for her.
She wouldn’t have minded not wearing makeup, but Rayne and Paulina Galverra, Neil’s cousin were hellbent on making her look like a doll. Won scrambled around the room, all of whom were trying to get her ready on ti before the guests and the groom arrived at the venue. So were pulling at the hem of her gown so the won doing her hair wouldn’t step on it.
Her white wedding dress was a masterpiece of intricate craftsmanship, billowing out in a voluminous cascade of luxurious fabric, shimring subtly as if woven from moonlight itself. The bodice, with its sweetheart neckline and delicate lace sleeves, clung to her form with an elegance that evoked the grace of a tiless painting. It emphasized her tiny waist and made her look like an elegant doll who’d never given birth. Her neck was adorned with a glimring sky-blue diamond necklace Neil had gifted her on their first night on the island, complented by matching earrings dangling from her ears.
She could barely recognize herself in the vanity mirror, which was surrounded by lights that highlighted her face and made her look like an A-list model. She’d give her friends credit; they did her makeup to perfection. Only her hair was left, which was taking forever because they couldn’t decide which style looked best on her or which would go better with her makeup and dress.
She’d been showered with praises even before she was completely ready by Neil’s relatives, who seed desperate to get on his good side as they had not seen him in ages. She never knew her husband had such a big family in Puerto Rico until the second day of their arrival in the country when the house was filled with people who ca to say hi. Even Neil himself had been surprised and annoyed at the sa ti when the house got filled with faces he’d never known before and people who introduced themselves as his cousins and aunties.
All his relatives had brought gifts to Mia and her little boys, who, just like their father, had ignored most of the guests and carried on with their activities. Her life had been going just the way she wanted since the day she’d opened her eyes in that hospital bed and saw Neil holding their children three years ago. She fought to live, and she did it. Even though she knew most of the people in this room today were here to get on the infamous Xavier Galverra’s good side, she didn’t care because they treated her and Neil like family. They made her feel at ho and welcod, especially Neil’s grandma, who looked too beautiful and graceful for her age.
Mia could never ask for anything more than this. She had two handso, mischievous little boys who made her a proud and happy mom, and a loving and caring husband who never failed to make her smile.
Ever since she’d woken up from that coma, Neil had beco even more caring and loving, and being away from him for a day was already killing her soul. She missed him and her sons. Last night had been the longest night of her life because of the empty space beside her and the absence of her two boys. She couldn’t wait to see him again as she had sothing very important to share with him. However, knowing the family tradition, she’d not returned any of his calls or ssages. She’d fought the urge to call him back and slept hugging one of his shirts last night.
Now, sitting here getting her hair done, it felt like it was taking forever. Not to ntion the uncomfortable gown and the countless won crowding her and pulling her hair in all sorts of directions.
"Hand
those pins, Rayne. We need to do the hair this way, it looks much better." Said Neil’s cousin as she add the hundredth hair spray to Mia’s hair and began to change the style.
"But I think this way looks much better," Rayne argue as she made little braids and attached so pearls to pack the hair into a bun. But Paulina, who Mia had co to like and bond with, shook her head in disagreent. She raised her phone and showed Rayne the hairstyle she was going for.
"I think this will look better on her. Right, abuela?" she turned to ask her grandmother, who was busy arranging the flower basket for Lilly Thompson and Paulina’s daughter, Isabella, who would walk Mia down the aisle later. The old woman looked up from where she was sitting with the most enchanting hazel eyes and shiny, wrinkled, tanned skin that glistened under the light. eting Mia’s gaze in the mirror, she smiled warmly.
"Whatever you do will look good on her. Ella es una belleza natural," she complinted in Spanish, looking at Mia like a proud mother. She had liked the young woman the first day her grandson walked her into the casa de familia a week ago with two handso sons, who she’d co to adore despite their disastrous nature, which reminded her of their grandfather at their age. She didn’t have to be at the ancient cabin to know that her two great-grandsons had made a complete ss of her favorite cabin.
Speaking of the two little mischievous boys, their voices rang out from the hallway, alarming all the won in the room. Everyone knew how the two boys could be when around each other.
"Mom!" they called at the sa ti, pushing the door open and running in, only to be stopped by their aunt Rayne, who stood in front of them with her arms wide open to stop them from ruining their handiwork on the bride.
"Not today, boys. Your mom is not ready yet. Go stay with your father and the groomsn. This room is for the bride and her bridesmaids. Run along." She playfully shooed them away, but the boys didn’t act like they heard or cared about what she was saying. Without giving her ti to react, Nolan ducked down and passed through her parted legs to reach his mother, while Noah went around, avoiding her hand and laughing at her failed attempt to stop them from seeing their mother when they hadn’t seen her since last night.
Mia, who heard her sons’ voices, imdiately stood up from her chair only to be stopped by Paulina, who shook her head. "Those two boys of yours will ruin all our hard work. You can talk to them from this distance. They—" well, too late. The Galverra twins had already outsmarted all the won trying to stop them. They reached their mother at the sa ti and were about to throw themselves on her as usual but stopped in their tracks at the sight of the breathtaking woman in white in front of them.
Nolan’s eyes widened while Noah’s mouth fell open in surprise, both looking exactly like their father at that mont. Before anybody in the room knew it or before the boys could react, the door banged open again. This ti, it was the groom who, according to tradition, must not see his wife until they were at the altar, but he didn’t seem to give a damn and strode in like the king he was.
"Ni hablar, nieto! You can’t see the bride now. Go out and stay with your groomsn!" said his grandma, trying to block him from entering. She called the rest of the won in the room and ordered them to push him out and not allow him to reach his bride.
A deep, humorous laughter escaped Neil’s throat as all the won tried to push him back, but he barely felt their push and stood rooted in place. "Abuela, traditions don’t apply to . Besides, my wife and I are already married with two sons. You might as well let
see her now and go away on my own terms. I will..." he trailed off as he looked around the room for his wife but couldn’t find her. His stomach twisted as he rembered what Liam had said about Mia not feeling well.
He’d rushed here from the cabin with his groomsn after Liam told him that he’d seen Mia throwing up her guts in a basin when he went looking for her. He’d said she looked so sick and shaky. Neil had not wasted any ti returning, but when he arrived, he’d been forced to dress up first before coming here to look for his wife and see what was wrong with her himself. But now that she was not in sight, he began to panic, fearing that the won were hiding his wife because she was indeed sick.
He could never overco his fear of losing her, not when he’d almost lost her three years ago in that hospital. He could still rember how he’d montarily felt himself die internally at the thought that she’d died and the doctors had failed to save her life. For the past three years, he’d made sure she never missed a monthly hospital check-up.
"Where is my wife?!" he demanded coolly, the humor in his gray eyes dying completely and taking on a dark look that made the won step back imdiately. He never joked when it ca to his family, especially his wife. Just when he was about to look around himself, his sons ran out from behind a wooden divider in the room and ran to him.
"Dad, Mom is hiding right there! She looks so different with a big gown that looks like an angel!" Nolan exclaid while pointing towards the wooden divider.
"Let our dad pass!" the boys said at the sa ti when the won moved to stop him again. The twins stood in front of their father, scowling at the won like their father was doing.
"Let him in," ca Mia’s voice as she stepped out from her hiding place. There was no use hiding from her strong-headed husband who would never give up until he saw her. She could already tell why he ca here first—Liam must have told him what he saw.
At Mia’s words, the won moved aside, giving Mia the full view of her husband and sons, standing with the sa stance.
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