At The Beginning || Lumelia
Lucas tugged at his bow tie, staring in the mirror as he smoothed the fabric out with his hand. His beard and short hair were trimmed to look slightly more presentable, and his shoes were polished so much that he could see his reflection better in them than in the mirror. The clock above the bedroom door said it was three hours until the big moment. Everyone was doing last minute preparations, but he’d ask for some time alone. They were about to take a big step, and Lucas wanted to have his thoughts together. He wanted to remember the way his heart skipped and his cheeks hurt from smiling.
But mostly, he just didn’t want anyone around when he broke tradition.
Amelia had been heavily guarded by a variety of their friends, no one dare letting Lucas anywhere near the bride while she was in her wedding dress. No one understood that he and Amelia weren’t traditional, and that if they were going to have bad luck because he caught sight of her in a dress, then they clearly didn’t know the hardships they’d already overcome. A superstition wasn’t going to keep him from marrying this woman, and neither was an army of bridesmaids, groomsmen, or anyone else that attempted to keep him from surprising the girl he loved.
When he no longer heard rustling from outside the master bedroom, he poked his head out the door. Thanks to super hearing, he knew nobody was coming up the stairs, and no one intended to leave any of the other upstairs rooms either. He was in the clear.
It took him only three strides to get to his old bedroom door, shut tight and probably locked. He tapped on it three times with his knuckles, clasping his hands together in front of him as he waited.
He didn’t hear any response besides the click of the lock. A few more seconds passed before he turned the knob, pushing the door open cautiously once he found it had been unlocked. What he didn’t expect was to see a gown almost the size of the bedroom, worn as if Amelia were a princess. Then again, he wasn’t so sure she wasn’t. The way her hair had been lifted and curled out of her face, the way her cheeks blushed and her eyes sparkled. Was he sure he wasn’t dreaming?
“You look…” How did she look? He couldn’t find a word to describe how breathtaking she was, standing in his old bedroom, dressed for a ball. Hopefully he would be the only one with her glass slippers at the end of the night. His eyes remained fixated on her for the longest time before he finally was able to shake himself from his stupor. Right. There was a reason for being here.
“Can I steal you for a moment?” Might as well get to the point before he stood there with his mouth open like an idiot any longer. He didn’t want her rethinking her decision to say yes.
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