Chapter 28

With the help of a stylist, Bella and Scarlett were looking for the perfect dressing for the wedding. Dresses were thrown throughout the room making the place look like her closet had exploded. Scarlett has the worst taste in clothing and Bella had already talked her out of three dresses already.

"What do you think of this one, Bella?"

"Scarlett, girl... just... no. I love you and all, but you have two styles and neither of them good. Trashy stripper wear or granny's old musty closet. Let's try something in the middle, shall we? How about this? I think it would look great on you. You have a great figure for it," she asked, holding at pretty off the shoulder dress.

"That's pretty," Scarlett laughed at her friend's comment. "You really think my style is that bad? I thought I was pretty fashion forward."

"It's atrocious, sweetie. You have to find a good stylist. I would do anything to get you away from those ugly business suit jackets you wear all the time," Bella giggled. "You are way to young to look like a grouchy old librarian."

"I'm a professional businesswoman now, Bella. Daddy is allowing me to be over the worldwide public relations division and I have to keep it classy. He says I'm doing great at diplomacy and believes one day I might even run the company on my own."

"Meanwhile looking like you're shopping in the granny section at a thrift shop. Sex it up girl."

Scarlett stuck her tongue out. "Don't be a royal hater, Queenie."

"Hey! I still have the torture chamber, young lady. I'll lock you in with the maids," Bella laughed.

"No way. Keep you kinky torture devices to yourself. The maids can stay in there."

The new maid who was helping with the fitting looked up, shaking her head no. Both women started laughing at their old prank of tricking new staff, convincing them Bella was into human torture. Scarlett would hide in the room screaming as if she was a victim while Bella lured them to the room. Once inside, they would spray them with silly string and scare the daylights out of them.

"I give it a day and you and Jett will turn that room into some freaky sex room." Scarlett threw a dress at her. "I bet you already have plans for a BDSM club in the basement."

"Can you imagine Jett all in leather with a whip in his hand? He's so manly I don't think I could keep a straight face."

"Well, I've heard Jett's kinky stories. He's no prude, that's for sure."

"Master Jett, my sex king. I think I can deal with that. I'd be his submissive any day," Bella teased. "Uck! This dress is an abomination. Just... no."

Bella threw the dress over her shoulder, and the stylist hurried to pick it up as if it would burst into flames if it hit the floor.

"Well, you'll have to ask him to play in your dungeon and find out."

"Well, that is not a bad idea," Bella said. " You know what? The first time we fooled around was in the dungeon."

"You're kidding me?" Scarlett asked. "When?"

"That week we met. I think it was like the day after you arrived here. He... sort of got me off. Later that night, you interrupted us in his guest room. We were almost ready to have sex when you came banging on the door. Something about the guards were looking for me."

"I knew it! He said he was sick. That little shit. Anyway, since then, you two have been like two horny dogs in heat." Scarlett rolled her eyes. "Seriously, I walked in his locker room once and he was touching himself to your picture. I almost died of embarrassment."

Bella started laughing hysterically, "Oh my gosh. I do that too. He likes to watch me touch myself. His body is freaking hot, so I like to watch him too. We have talked on the phone a few times after we broke up, and the first time he called me we had phone sex. He has done it a lot since then. He gets horny on the road and would call me to help finish him off by talking dirty to him. No one knew we were talking. After a while he thought it was just too hard for us to keep teasing one another and not being able to do anything about it."

"You both are sick. I won't surprise me if you're not pregnant in a month."

"I'm on the shot. I will not be all big and prego on my first time on XFW," Bella joked. "I have to look hot for the fans."

"I'm glad you are going to be there occasionally now. I miss my bestie." Scarlett pulled on her dress.

"I missed you too. Whoa! Girl. Now that is a dress. You look beautiful. Now let's find me a new dress too. I promise to not dye it black."

"If you do, I'm sure you will give poor Cora a heart attack."

Bella tried on several dresses, frustrated with the choices.

"Ugh. Why pure white? With my black hair, I look like the corpse bride. I'm all for being a goth rocker chick, but I still have to look like I'm alive."

Frustrated, the wardrobe stylist pouted. "I'm sorry, Your Highness. I'm trying."

"I know. We're all getting tired. We'll find something. Don't worry. I won't behead you, or anything," Bella patted the girl on the back, giggling.

"I have one more in the car. I didn't bring it up because I thought you were set on white."

Scarlett giggled, "Are you kidding? Her dress would be black with skulls if she had her way."

"Well, I'll go right down to get it. It's my personal favorite." The lady rushed out and a few minutes later returned with a huge dress bag. "Hope you like this one, I think it's marvelous. I believe it would be perfect with the gold royal crowns you designed."

She pulled out the dress, and Bella and Scarlett gasped. "Oh. My. Gosh. That's the most beautiful dress I've ever seen."

The dress was an ivory sweetheart ball gown. The embellishment and beading made the dress sparkle with every movement. The shoulders and capped sleeves, sheer with floral appliques. The gold floral adornment overlaid the entire dress. The most beautiful royal style ballgown Bella had ever seen. The long train was breathtaking with a long matching embellished veil finishing the look.

Once she tried it on, Duchess Cora walked in, speechless. She walked over, placing a gold crown she had brought in on Bella's head. "Now, that is a queen. It's perfect. Try to keep the black dye away from this one."

"No way. It's perfect. Jett is going to love it." Bella smiled, seeing her reflection. For the first time it felt real that she was about to be a bride.

***

Later that week, Jett took Bella to the meadow where the large tree stood. "I want to show you something, my queen."

"What are we doing here? And stop calling me that, you weirdo," she giggled.

"Look."

He took her to the tree where he carved their initials. He connected their heart through the one of her great grandparents, permanently embossed with gold.

"I wanted to do something special to honor them. If they wouldn't have made such a sacrifice for love, we wouldn't have ever met. I guess in some ways, they brought us together. Tomorrow you will be my bride. I hope I can make your great grandfather proud." Jett wrapped his arms around her.

"Jett. This is beautiful. You already have made them proud. You sacrificed everything for the one you love. That's exactly the legacy that would honor him the most."

"So, did you get a black dress? Do I get to wear my jeans and t-shirt?"

Bella playfully smacked his arm. "No way, my dress is not black. You better rock that royal outfit for all it's worth. I gotta peek. It's really nice. I was afraid they would make you dress like an idiot wearing old traditional Mecca Island wear. I would have laughed so hard at you if you had to wear knickers."

"No. It looks like the royal guards, only the gold chains and stuff are more ornate. William had them change the Mecca Island shield to be in the center of my winged Jett logo. It's pretty cool."

"Thank you for everything. This gift of the initials on my great grandparents' tree was beautiful. It's all come full circle, hasn't it? Tomorrow the entire world will watch. It's amazing, really. I see in the tabloids and the news. People are saying we are representing true love. I know my mother and father would have loved you. Because I do."

Jett held her tight for a while, admiring the tree. After a few moments alone, they returned to the castle. Just hours away, they would finally get their happy ending.