Whatever Remains, T. Richardosn [brene brown rising strong TXT] 📗

hands. He pulled Glytherin upstairs as he looked after me. I sat on the couch and looked at the box. I heard both of them talking upstairs. I still had this empty feeling and an even emptier one when I opened the box.
This was great. Glytherin bought me a dress to attend to the wedding with. This wedding thing was really going to happen wasn’t it? I looked at the dress. It was really beautiful but I doubt that it would look good on me. It’s all about the certain shape you have when you wear things like this. That’s how it’s always been with me.
The night was getting too late now, and too many things were happening at once. Everything would’ve been fine if Rigor hadn’t broken and entered. I picked up the dress now. There were two straight holes through the back of it. Me and my special needs. I listened to the guys upstairs. Rigor was trying to whisper silently.
“Why are you doing this?” he asked. Glytherin didn’t answer. “I feel bad for that poor girl now that you explain this; she’s going to be left heart broken. You should’ve never even started anything.”
“I tried to stop it, but I guess I couldn’t succeed.” I leaned back on the couch.
“If anyone finds out Glytherin---”
“But you’re the only one who knows. You won’t tell anyone will you?”
It sounded like Rigor hesitated. “Of course not,” he said at last. “But I’m only doing it for the girl. How is she going to go on like this? I heard what she said to you, I heard the conversation. I only knocked on the door when I saw that you were going way too far with it.” He was probably talking about the robe.
“And I thank you Rigor, but it’s not going to change anything.”
“Well, when you’re gone, she’s going to miss you even more than she would have if you hadn’t done that crap. You know I can’t bear seeing people grieve.” I lied down now on the couch and stared at the blank TV. I refused to listen any more. Rigor came fumbling down the stairs. “Orphelia, love, you don’t have to come to the wedding if you wouldn’t like to.” Glytherin came after him in sensible clothing being ready to leave. “Glytherin has to leave before he gets another woman pregnant.”
Glytherin stopped in his tracks and stared unbearably at Rigor who was laughing. “I’m joking!” he yelled. “Orphelia, but if you are coming, tell me now. The princess needs a maid of honor.”
I stood up from my spot. “Why would I want to be her maid of honor?” I asked him. Rigor shrugged as Glytherin was already leaving and out into the big van that didn’t hold any passengers.
“Let’s say the queen likes you, and she wants you to be her daughter’s made of honor. You don’t have to become maid of honor, but you may like it. At least you’re not one of the bridesmaids. They’re not in the best shape right now. They’re wearing green dresses; yours will look the best out of all of them. This is why I gave you the dress, so everyone will realize how much you stand out, and hopefully, you’ll be envied more than just by the audience, but by the bride. Goodbye!” He waved and ran out of the house and into the truck next to Glytherin as he put the keys in the ignition and took off.
Did this mean I had to show up? I sat back on the couch and turned on the TV. I wasn’t exactly happy right now. Would I be like Cinderella? Cinderella was more on the paler side. I was not. She had beautiful blond hair. I didn’t. She could walk in heels. I couldn’t. She was married to a prince, and I would never be. Lindsay had all of these things that I wouldn’t have. I liked myself for these traits though, because, even though she had these things, Glytherin didn’t love her. He loved me.
A Breathtaking Wedding

I woke up on the same couch the next morning. I yawned and spread my hands out widely before me and I sat up. There were different woman around the place staring at me. They were all dressed the same and were all eating a slice of cold pizza in a plate from last night.
I gave them a stare. I didn’t scream from shock. I felt used to people walking in and out of the place. The woman threw each of their plates in the garbage when they saw that I was awake.
“I like your wings, baby.” One woman said. She was very bony and much older than me by many decades. “You don’t see fairies anymore, we thought they were extinct. By the way, you fly in your sleep.”
I looked at her strangely. They watched me in my sleep? I didn’t even think I knew how to fly. This was strange, very strange and I put my hands over my eyes to keep myself from embarrassment. “Is there something you need?” I asked.
A woman who was not that bony, but a bit more on the chunkier side, came up to me taking off my blankets. “Did you have bad dreams last night honey?” she said in a very deep voice. I shook my head sitting up and scrambling my fingers through my hair.
“You look like you got drunk,” a man said behind me. What were these people doing here? The man was wearing a maid’s outfit. It wasn’t really that bright outside earlier. What did they want from me?
Now I was suspecting things. “Is there something you all need from me?” I asked. “Because I don’t own the house. I don’t know what the owner would think if I lent you something, I’m imagining extremely pissed though.” Another woman who I hadn’t realized had been behind me, laughed.
“Do you know Rigor?” she asked. “That buff man who talks weird?”
“That’s called an accent.” I corrected her. This was strange because they all had Spanish accents. “And yes, I do know Rigor. Is there something you want from him?”
The woman shook her head trudging a bag across the floor. “Are you Onelta?” she asked. Was my name really that unfamiliar?
I shook my head. “It’s Orphelia.”
The woman nodded now. “Sorry,” she said. “I guess we have the wrong person.”
“No,” I said. “You have the right person.”
The woman nodded. “We are here for makeup and to make sure everything on you fits.” I nodded trying to understand but obviously not taking in everything correctly.
“Mr. Trimly will do your hair and the woman will do all the other stuff understand? Like we’ll help you with your shower.”
What time was it? “I can do that myself,” I said.

After I took my shower, I covered myself with a towel and five women were in the bedroom waiting for me. It was strange how Rigor wanted me to be better looking than the bride. Wouldn’t that mess everything up? What about the wings? How would people react to my wings? I looked at the clock now. It was 7:30 am. It was only thirty more minutes until I had to show up to the wedding. Where was my step-mother when I needed her? She’d actually be a little less out of my business when she was trying to make me look pretty. This was over the top. The woman set underclothes, regular clothing, and then the dress.
“Get dressed babe!” The only man yelled. “I gotta fix up your hair! The princess will be expecting you soon!” I know that! Why did the queen want me as maid of honor? Because I was Glytherin’s best friend, or used to be? He had other friends now. Quickly, I was dressed in my overalls and my dress. I didn’t have time to see how I looked in the mirror right now because I was quickly brought to makeup. This was agonizing labor. I had hardly even done anything for myself. They had me try on all of these different shoes that I wasn’t interested in. Especially high heels. I didn’t wear high heels because no matter what, I was always told by other people that I was too young. I didn’t understand that.
After picking out the right shoes, I was sat at the makeup counter. “OK,” the woman said. She began murmuring to her friends. “Are you mixed?” she asked me coming out of a complicated conversation. I nodded wondering why she asked me this.
The woman nodded and began picking out a gold color from her eye shadow. I wasn’t allowed the wear makeup either. I was too young. She began spreading it on my eyes. “It doesn’t match!” A woman yelled. I didn’t get one chance to look at myself in the mirror, and anyway, I felt bare. My arms felt bare, my legs felt bare as well but they were covered in the silk of the dress.
“Red matches!” One woman yelled. “Give her red! It’s the color of her wings!” another yelled. I didn’t want to be apart of this. They began putting different colors on both of my eyes. “Do you see what I’m trying to do here? This bronze color goes nicely with her skin complexion. For god’s sake Shell, she’s mixed!”
Shell looked at my face now and I was looking at her distractedly.
“We should go with gold.” Shell said now. “I think it goes better with her skin complexion, don’t you Mattie?”
Mattie looked at her angrily and began spreading the color over my eyes once again and taking the other off. I was just going along with whatever they said. As soon as that was