Page 120 of Electric Kiss

Freya looked over her shoulder to see what Heidi, Erica and Daisy were doing and they stood there, hands over mouths staring at the fabric. Then Yanny came swirling into the room with the portable steamer.

“Bloody hell that’s perfect. Just perfect,” he decreed as he hurried forward.

Freya witnessed her best friends nodding in agreement.

“It really is,” Erica said. “Do you want to see?”

Her eyes reached Freya’s, sparkling with happiness.

“Yeah,” Freya said, grinning.

“Okay, do a long walk around the room and then circle back in front of the mirror, we’ll arrange the train and then pull the other mirrors behind you so you can see,” Yanny told her.

Freya did her walk and Yanny, Heidi and Erica arranged the mirrors while Daisy had her phone out taking pictures. Next came her veil and tiara. Freya didn’t want anything obscuring her view as she walked down the aisle but the girls insisted she should. Yanny showed that she’d be able to see very well through the material. Freya relented. Yanny and Erica knew what they were doing. The front of the veil came to her waist, and the back matched the length of her dress and train, to the millimetre.

“Honestly Erica. How much did this cost?” Freya said as she looked at her reflection.

She felt like a million bucks standing in her wedding dress.

“You look fantastic and I don’t care how much it cost. It’s worth every penny seeing your smiling face.

Daisy ran across the room, stood in the in sight of the doorway, took a deep breath in before she exhaled a command.

“Everyone come and see the bride, she’s ready,” she hollered, with her head back and arms in the air.

Freya heard excited voices, all female and then heavy footsteps across the thick carpet until she saw her mum in the doorway.

Who immediately burst into tears.

This was followed by Luke’s mum, Imelda, and then the two grandmothers in attendance. Imelda’s mother and Freya’s grandmother. They were all dressed in their finery, looking like summer flowers.

Since Daisy was the youngest female in the family, there were no cute flower girls listed in her folder.

Freya was okay with that.

“Will I do?” Freya asked.

“He’s going to fall over when he sees you,” her mum said.

Freya grinned as she giggled. She hoped Luke would. It’s precisely what Freya wanted to do. Bowl him over and get him so proud she was walking towards him on their way to forever together. Because Freya knew that’s how she felt. She couldn’t wait to always have his back when his aunt appeared. Would always curl into him when he was near. But Cynthia hadn’t shown her face yet. What was her game?

“How do I get to the church in this?” Freya asked.

She couldn’t imagine getting to the church wearing her cloak without getting it creased. Or her veil getting caught in the wheels of the buggy.

“I’m going to carry everything and then we’ll dress you into it when we get to the church doors. We’ll straighten your tiara too. We’ll get you out of the cloak, and veil now so I can give it one last steam and then we’ll get going. All the men have left,” Yanny said.

“Right, that’s our cue to get moving,” Imelda said in the corridor. “Come on ladies, our buggies await.”

“If the men are at the church, who are driving the buggies?” Freya asked.

“The ushers,” Heidi said.

“The kids who work at the warehouse, the ones you teach and spent a ridiculous time in detention with them. They are your young ushers. They’re taking care of transport for those who need it,” Erica said.

Heid was laughing behind Erica, hopping from one foot to the other to get her shoes on.

“Your face is a picture,” Heidi said.

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