Chapter 68: THE WEDDING EVE

Ellen Evans POV

It was a day to my wedding.

I could not still believe that this day would ever come.

When we had first arrived at Dylan's pack and met his mother, I had been afraid that she would instantly oppose any form of union between us because of her, Stephanie.

And the woman was pretty.

When my mate had gone into the palace to speak with his mother in a secluded atmosphere, I had been left standing with the friendly and chatting Martha, the woman, Stephanie and Drake, his beta.

Martha had asked my name and where I was from and a gazillion questions that I could not keep track of because she talked really fast. But she was not so bothered by the fact that I could not answer all her questions, very contented to just only ask me everything that came to mind.

And I had felt eyes on me.

When I had lifted my eyes and looked in the direction of the gaze, it was from that woman, Stephanie. And despite the fact that she was looking at me with a bit of anger and contempt, I could not help but notice her eyes.

She had the most pretty eyes.

They were the darkest of black and with sparkling specks of gold dancing in them. Her long eyelashes veiled the orbs in a pretty way. She had curly black hair, unrestrained and wild, shiny as fuck. I wondered if it was natural, and if it was not what she did to have it that way. I have curly hair too but my hair was always every damn where, all over my face if i did not hold it back with a hair tie or clip.

She had glared at me in a questioning way and I had realized that I had stared for too long at her. I had shifted my gaze away from her face just as Martha hit me with another series of questions.

The appearance of my mate's mother had saved me from answering the gazillion questions. She had stomped in angrily, my mate behind her. She had looked at me and hissed bitterly as she passed me on her way to Stephanie.

"Let us go!" She had said to the woman with a snap. "He would regret losing you and I will tell him that I told him so."

"Yes Luna," the woman had acknowledged her respectfully before they both walked out on all of us.

Then Dylan had come up to me and wrapped his hands around my waist, drawing me to him. "You will be mine," he had said to me with a broad grin."

"Shall I?" I asked him. "Truly?" I added for emphasis. He had laughed, a happy bubbling sound that had infected me like a contagious disease for I had laughed too.

"Yes Ellen, we shall be married in a weeks time or before then if possible. Let's make the preparation faster and see if it gets closer," he had informed me.

"Oh Dylan!" I had replied happily as he leaned down to kiss me. It was the sound of Martha clearing her throat that had separated us, with us both giggling like naughty teenagers. It was that same sound that also drew me out of thoughts.

"Miss Ellen, we have arrived," she said to me after she cleared her throat noisily to get my attention.

"Oh!" I squealed as I looked out of the car windows. I slipped out of the car after her. My excitement knew no bounds, radiating off me in heaps as I strolled alongside Martha through the bustling streets.

"Only one day left!" I beamed at her with eyes that I was sure was sparkling with a vivid anticipation. Martha smiled at me,the warm sun casting a golden glow over her beautiful face.

"Your wedding day is finally here!" She was happy for me. I could see it written on her face, and in her shining eyes. "It is only a matter of hours. You will be our new Luna," she continued. I shook my head at her words.

"I am not interested in the Luna title. I shall just be contented to be Dylan's wife, to be with my wolf mate,to have and to hold him, forever," I said in a dreamy voice. "Oh Martha! I can't wait for the wedding to come!" Martha grinned broadly.

"It won't come if we don't do this," she said to me.

"Oh come on, where is our first stop?" I asked her.

"Here," she said as she stopped in front of a glass shop. I recognized it. It was the shop of the dressmaker. It was a quaint boutique that was filled with exquisite wedding gowns. "Let's go in and try on your wedding dress," she told me as she led me inside. I had been here before to get my body measurements taken.

The dressmaker Susan greeted me and ordered her staff to take me to the changing room. I waited for Martha to show up with my dress and when she arrived, my jaws fell to the floor. My eyes had widened as I had beheld the pure white wedding dress that was held up majestically in Martha's arms. It was perfect.

"Perfect!" I exclaimed as I clasped my hands together as a subtle way to contain my joy at the design.

"Put it on," Martha urged me. I slipped into the gown with Martha's help and was soon staring at the looking glass.

The dress fitted me perfectly.

And it had been Dylan who had chosen this design for me. He had been here with me earlier to pick out the gowns designs. He had told me, "Ellen, you would look beautiful in this creation."

And, I definitely did.

"You look stunning, Ellen. This gown was certainly made for you," Martha praised me. I giggled at her words as I did a 360°turn for her to see me properly, though the gown was bulky.

A knock on the door of the changing room interrupted our excited chatter. The door opened after an invitation to enter was sent out through Martha, and a female worker came into the changing room with a box which I presumed to be my shoes.

Martha received it from her alongside my wedding bouquet – a beautiful blend of artificial roses, lilies, and carnations. The bouquet was a colorful handful.

And so was my shoe, beautiful and not colorful in fact. I took a seat while Martha helped me to try on the shoes because of my wedding dress which was kind of pleasantly everywhere at the moment.

It was I who had chosen the shoe of my choice. It was a white elegant heel with glittering stones, and their delicate straps and crystals complementing the style and design of my wedding dress perfectly.