Summoned (The Brazil Werewolf Series) by Amanda K. Dudley-Penn Page B

hair.” 
                  I sat up straight as Aurora began to gather my hair, pinning it in place.  Mirella was beside her curling the strands into thick curls.  I saw Aurora begin to pick up baby’s breath and place it here and there.  Finally, they stepped back and looked at me.
                  Aurora nodded her head as tears came to her eyes, “It’s time for the dress.”
                  “I’ll go get it,” Mirella said, clapping her hands, excited. 
                  A few moments later, she brought a dress bag, zipped to the top.  When she took the dress out, I stared at it.  It was the same beautiful dress with the chapel train from the dress shop but still, it seemed different knowing that I would be getting married in it.  I reached out and touched it gently. 
                  “It’s beautiful,” Aurora said, softly, “It will be beautiful on you.”
                  I smiled opening my mouth to reply but Mirella interrupted.
                  “Strip and put these on,” she said, throwing the underwear that I would wear beneath dress at me.  My eyes widened and I shook my head.  I couldn’t dress in front of them. 
                  “You do realize that we are all girls,” Mirella said and then, rolled her eyes when I shook my head again, “Fine.  We’ll close our eyes but you will have to let us see you in your underwear so we can help into your dress.”
                  I blanched but some coverage was better than none, “Okay,” I said as they closed their eyes.  I quickly changed; still feeling oddly exposed even when I was done. 
                  “Alright,” I said, looking down as I fought the need to cover myself.
                  “Don’t worry,” Aurora said with sympathy in her eyes, “This won’t last that long.” 
                  Aurora pooled my dress on the floor so that I could step into it.  Then, she handed me a blue garter and smiled, “It’s something blue,” she said, softly. 
                  I smiled back and then, took it from her as I slipped it up my leg stopping at my thigh.  She took my hand and helped me step into the center of the dress.  Once there, Aurora and Mirella slipped it up my body and began to tie the corset top.  A few moments later, they stepped back and smiled. 
                  “Do I look okay?”  I asked shifting uncomfortably. 
                  Aurora smiled and took my hand, “Better than okay,” she said in a reverent whisper, “Come with me.”
                  She led me to her bedroom and pointed at a full length mirror.  I walked over to it with my head down, afraid to look.  Everything that my mother had ever told me ran through my head and I shook it away, determined not to think of her words as truth anymore. 
                  Slowly, I raised my eyes.  The dress fit perfectly accentuating the curves.  I ran my hand down my waist in awe.  My eyes rose further to the neckline and I blushed.  I had never shown cleavage and even this modest show made me shift.  My eyes rose further, to look directly into the reflection of my face and I gasped.  There was no doubt that I was beautiful.  My hair was pulled upward but curls cascaded down my back, shining and thick.  Tears burned my eyes. 
                  “Now, don’t cry,” Aurora said even though a hint of moisture coated her eyes, “You’ll ruin your make-up”
                  I nodded as she turned and picked my veil up off of the bed and fastened it to my hair so that the gauze and lace lay perfectly around me.  I looked back into the mirror as Aurora grabbed my shoes and placed them in front of me.  A tremble worked through me and she looked up. 
                  “Is something wrong?” She asked,