Prologue
The Preparation For The Wedding

Life was awfully sweet. Sweet as sugar-coated strawberry lollipops. My college sweetheart had finally proposed to me - and we were now fiancé and fiancée. It all seemed too good to me. I graduated from college with two honours, my darling had proposed to me and I was due to start work as New York’s most coveted magazine’s boss’ personal assistant. I mean, could life for a twenty-four-year-old, coming-of-age woman be any better?

Definitely not, my twin had assured me countless times - during coffee, shopping sprees, job scouting, tennis matches… Of course, Annett wasn’t my blood, biological twin; she was a Nadine and me, Brodsky. But we’d been best friends since the day we were born (yes, it’s true!) and everyone’s forever calling us the Twins. With a capital T too - that makes it almost an official label for us.

Mum and Aunt Dynae had been in the same ward after Mum gave birth to me. Aunt Dynae was the nurse at the ward where Mum was warded, and coincidentally, Aunt Dynae and family lived just two houses down the street. Of course, the rest is history, with Aunt Dynae giving birth to Annett just two months and a half after Mum with me.

Right now, I was trying out different dresses for my wedding. “Mmm, I don’t want any puffed out, fixed skirts like those medieval ones…” I said, my lips curving into a pout at the edges. The friendly consultant at the bridal studio had brought me to a great store with millions of dresses I could choose from - and now I had to narrow my millions of choices down to just ten, maybe twenty. It was going to be difficult, but I had to admit, the consultant was good at her job.

“Something slim-fit for you, darling?” she asked. Jaime, the consultant, had a penchant for calling people ‘babes’, ‘darling’ and ‘hun’. But it was alright, she was trustworthy - I had gotten her for my cousins’ weddings - and good at picking out the right dress. I nodded my head, my eyes dancing round the racks and racks of wedding dresses carefully put into translucent covers.

I listed out the other qualities I wanted of my wedding dress: no lace, preferably silk or velvet, embroidered, no sequins, backless, halter neck, no pink or red, light and dreamy. I screwed my face up, and apologised to Jaime for being such a fusspot. “No, honey, it’s your big day! Of course you want the perfect dress!” she purred, smiling at me. She took my hand and dragged me off to some other corner of the store; leaving me little time to gawk at the many different dresses on the racks we passed by in a flurry.

On the mannequin in front of me was the most breathtakingly beautiful dress I had ever seen. The bodice was a tiny silk one that would flatter even the smallest of chests, a cool colour of cream. The skirt was made of taffeta and fell gracefully to the floor, reflecting rays of light as it moved here and there. The dress was backless, dipping down mid-back, and a few gold chains - Jaime told me they were real 24k gold - hung loosely across at intervals. However, that wasn’t what I really adored of the dress.

Across the fitted bodice and the graceful skirt, embroidered into it, was a delicate, complicated pattern of swirls. It formed a diagonal line downwards, branching out beautifully. I carefully ran my fingers over the embroidery; the threads were fine and painstakingly woven into the material. I let out a breath I didn’t know I had been holding, and the first question that popped into my mind I shot at Jaime. “How much, Jaime?” I asked, cynical. Surely such a beautiful dress as this was going to cost a bomb.

Not that I wouldn’t be able to pay - my grandfather was a billionaire - but I wouldn’t want to splurge a six-, maybe even seven-figure sum on this dress. It wasn’t worth to spend so much, even for my big day! Jaime was trying to hide a big smile from bursting on her face, I could tell. “Whaddya think it costs?”

It had to be really good - she was letting her Brooklyn accent in! The price was a bomb dropped on me - but in a good way, thankfully. For such a beautiful dress, it cost a mere 5-figure sum. My jaw dropped agape and I stared at Jaime. “Thirteen thousand dollars?! You must be joking, girl!” I practically screamed at her. She just grinned at me, with the mega-watt smile that she always sported. “Oh, I’m taking it. I’m definitely taking it.”

I imagined myself twirling about in the dress, the bright star of the evening. Boy, now I was really pumped for my wedding.

A/N: I’ve finally managed to find out how on Earth I am supposed to upload stories here. Many thanks to from Blogskins. Haha, love you much.

Well, enjoy! The next few chapters (up till Chapter 5) will be up real soon. Long story as to how I started. Much loves.

Oh, by the way, Dynae is pronounced Day-nee.