“Yeah, yeah, laugh it up. I was so bored by myself,” I complain.
“It’ll be so worth it when you see the downstairs.” She grins.
“Ooh. I can’t wait to see it!” I squeal.
“You are absolutely going to love it,” she tells me as she helps me up from the bed. “Sit here for a sec, I’ll be back.”
She leaves and heads into the bathroom for a few minutes before coming back out to get me. When I step into the room a few seconds later, I see that she’s drawn me a bath and it smells amazing.
“Soak for a while, and when you’re done, yell for me, and I’ll come back to wash your hair.”
“Okay,” She helps me get into the tub before she walks out of the bathroom, leaving me to soak in the tub. I spend about forty-five minutes in the bath, and when I’m about to get really pruny, I decide it’s time to get out. “Gi!” I call out for her.
“You done?”
“Yep. All ready,” I tell her and she grabs the shower head and begins to wash my hair. She gives me a good scalp scrub. “Damn, that feels so good.”
“No falling asleep now. We have to get you ready to get married,” She laughs. In my defense, this kind of thorough head massage would put anyone to sleep.
“I know! I’m so excited! Pinch me because I still can’t believe any of this is real! Ouch!” I grumble a second later when she actually pinches me.
“Hey, I’m just doing as I’m told. You’re the one who said to pinch you.” She grins.
When she’s done washing my hair, she helps me out of the tub. I dry my skin and wrap my hair up in a towel and put my robe on before heading into the room.
She dries and curls my hair. Then she twists a couple of strands together into some kind of knot before leaving the rest to drape down my back in soft curls.
She follows up with my makeup next, and once that’s done, I get up and we walk over to the closet to grab my undergarments, followed by lotion and body oil. When I’m done, my skin is glowing.
“Damn girl. You look hot. Enzo is going to lose his mind later.” She smirks.
“I hope so.” I laugh.
She then helps me put on my dress.I still can’t believe this is my dress.
I stare at myself in the full-length mirror. I can see myself glowing. The dress is an opulent, fairytale-style gown. It definitely looks like something a princess would wear.
The top features a sweetheart neckline. It’s elegant with delicate straps embellished with pearls. In fact, the whole dress is adorned in pearls, shimmering beadwork and fine embroidery. It catches the light in a subtle and glowy sparkle.
The top fits perfectly to my breast, but there is enough space covering my pregnant belly, in a way that’s not tight, before the bottom part blooms into a voluminous layered skirt.
The skirt is the dress's true eye-catching part. It’s full and cascades in multiple airy layers of tulle. Each layer is embroidered with beadwork arranged in a beautiful pattern.
The layers in the skirt create depth and when I move it’s like the whole skirt shimmers. At the base, the dress spreads into a soft train with heavier detailing along the edges.
It’s just dreamy, embodying luxury and elegance. It also has a magical, ethereal finish, fit for a princess. I can tell he must have spent a small fortune on it.
The last thing Giana does is clip the veil onto the back of my head. I’m not covering my face with it because it looks better this way. It’s really long and trails behind me. She set it in a way that it’s clipped onto my hair and then it covers around my shoulders, draping all the way down my back, flaring out in a long trail.
“We’re all set now,” she tells me a moment later, before giving me the once-over from head to toe. “Wow. You look so beautiful and radiant.”
“Thank you,” I reply with tears in my eyes. I feel beautiful too.
“Don’t you dare cry or you’ll make me cry too, woman!” she laughs while fanning her face.
“Okay, okay. I won’t cry.”
“Good! Now stay in your room for a few more minutes while I run and change my dress before coming back to get you.”