Wedding Preparations

It is exactly 12 at noon and the Queen, king and Savannah are all seated at the tale as they await the presence of Sebastian. Feeling as though waiting for him will take up everyone's time as they have already been waiting for him before.

'Let us begin' the queen says and as soon as she does the guard in the room, lets in a middle aged woman, who carries a board with her and in comes a man pushing a table with her. She stands in front of them and the queen begins to introduce her.

'This is Ms. Mango, she will be the one in charge of preparing the theme of the wedding' The queen says.

'Thank you so much , your majesty' she says before she begins.

'Like the queen introduced me, I am Mrs. Mango and I will be the in charge of giving the perfect wedding' she recites. 'She is the best in the country, she did our wedding and I was in love with what she came up with. 'Here with me I have brought a few themes that I feel are perfectly fit for the future queen and king's wedding' she flashes everyone a smile.

'So I have brought you samples 'she begins to bring out the samples and all. 'So first I have this one, I picked out orange and blue first for you'. The girl cringes at this internally, orange has never been her favorite color really and so is blue. And then I picked out a gold one, I have got white and finally she show them the pink and yellow one she has prepared.

'Just as everyone is about to say what they think, in comes Sebastien. An irritated look on his face. 'I made it mom I hope you'll stop following me around bout responsibility and all. Is this even necessary, all we need to do is get married and get it over with' he complains as he pulls his chair and sits next to the girl. She steals a glance at him and notices him giving her an ugly look.

'Is that alcohol , you reek of it ' the king steps in. 'Of course mother, what do you expect of me to stay sober?'

'You were supposed to show up an hour and 15 minutes ago' the queen retaliates. 'I am not the one who decide to get married, so I do not see how all of this is my problem. 'I apologize for my son's behavior' the mother voices. 'Please go on'.

'As I was saying, I brought out these four themes , which ones interest you the most?' the lay asks a hopeful look across her face.

'I prefer the gold, reminds of our wedding. Oh how gorgeous it was' the queen says reminiscing. 'Don't you agree my king?'

'I am fine with anything you want my love' the kings gently says getting a hold of her hand. 'So which one do you like best future Queen?'

'Well...' she starts. ' I think I have always loved the idea of…..'

'It's horrible' she is cut of by the rude drunk man. 'But you haven't even heard what I wanted to say and you already claim to not like it'.

Her blood was boiling, she didn't like being in the presence of the Prince, it physically and mentally took all of her to sit there and listen to his bullshit and ay nothing. She was finally going to say something.

'I know that anything you'll like will be horrible and boring. I like white simple ad not too shimmery'.

Trying her best to keep all of it in, she breaths a heavy sigh of frustration. She wants to give him, what he deserves a hot one to the cheek but she cannot , so instead she puts her hands in front of her lap and sits quietly.

The rest of the day goes by the same, they are all sitting in the room. Approving and disapproving of things. At the end of the day, they prepare everything. She fits herself into the wedding dress that has been passed down through generations. They spent 30 minutes trying to practice for the dace for tomorrow and although they couldn't' get it right because Sebastien didn't want to listen to her, in the end they were able to get the work done.

The servants are all busy preparing the place, the cake is being made and the food is also being decided on. The King and Queen have sent out invitations to all their allied countries. Except for Savannah's family. They decided it would be too much for them and that they knew her. If they were around thing were going to end up going South, so it is better they do not see her at all.

The dress fits her and everything is ready, the big day is tomorrow and she cannot help but feel nervous. 'It' not so important' she tries to assure herself multiple times as she reads herself to get into bed.

She knows that this is her ticket to misery ad for she cannot do nothing about it , the only thing she can hope for is that everything goes well. As the queen told her that if anything goes wrong on the wedding day, it only means trouble for them. So everything has to be in order.

Otherwise, their already crumbling marriage will be even more in for a treat and as much as she doesn't love him nor does she have respect for him. She doesn't want things to get worse, things can only get even more worse than they are now.

Tonight she dos something, she really hasn't done she asks for her mother's guidance. She can feel that her mother's presence lingers with her although she is far away from her.

Before falling asleep, she hopes for the best. That she'll survive this time of her life because as much as she is not in control of her life right now. She doesn't want anything that isn't supposed to happen to happen.