Claimed by the Devil Alpha by Chris Writes

The stylist smiled satisfactorily as the bride stepped out of the dressing room. Looking at how the ice white satin gown fitted the bride, she couldn't help but to be proud of herself. She needed no one to tell her that she did a good job.

The bride in front of her was the definition of a perfect bride. She could be mistaken for an angel because of how beautiful and clean she looked.

"I'm glad you chose this design, it is so pretty" Commented the stylist as she walked to the bride, helping her with the place that needed amendment.

After the amendments, she raised her head, staring directly at the bride. "You look almost perfect... Something is missing."

She was expecting the bride to ask what it was, but to her disappointment, the bride didn't ask.

"Miss Rebecca, are you okay?"

Taking a deep breath, Rebecca joined her palms together, then she puffed out air from her mouth. "I'm fine" She finally replied. "What do you say is missing?"

"A smile!" The stylist exclaimed and the bride chuckled.

The door to the room went opened all of a sudden and two girls dressed in floral pink gowns walked in. The excitement on their faces could be easily noticed by anyone, it showed how happy they were.

"Rebecca!" They shrieked at once.

"Omg, you look like a fairy Princess" The one with long black hair complimented dramatically, staring at the bride as if she hadn't seen her before.

Rebecca chuckled at the words of the girl. She knew her best friend would always say things to galvanize her.

"Stop exaggerating" She rolled her eyes.

"Come on Becca, Whitney is right" The other girl supported, chewing the gum in her mouth loudly.

Silence stepped into the room after that and the way the bride became melancholy all of a sudden wasn't unnoticed.

Ella stopped chewing her gum, she took her gaze to Whitney who threw her a glare.

"What..." She wanted to ask the reason for their sudden quietness when realisation dawned on her.

"Oh, I've forgotten that dickhead is the one that calls you that, it's so sad you still think of him whenever someone calls you that" Ella muttered, tho everyone in the room heard her.

Whitney hit her shoulder with hers. "That's ferocious of you to say right now, Ella."

"Is the car ready?" Rebecca asked, changing the topic entirely.

"Car? Omg you need to see the luxurious cars waiting outside, your groom sent them to take you to the church" Ella played along, not bringing back the topic.

"Wait, what?" Rebecca furrowed her brows, and her forehead creased in the process. "I clearly told him not to overdo things."

"Miss, could you please stop frowning, you surely do not want the makeup to get ruined. Do you?" The stylist advised, even tho she wasn't the one that did the makeup.

"She's right. Take a deep breath, Rebecca, he is just trying to make you happy" Whitney chipped in.

Rebecca rolled her eyes. "Happiness isn't determined by an extravagant wedding, it is what happens after the wedding that determines happiness."

Whitney arched her brows. "Are you angry because he is spending too much?"

"Exactly!"

They all flinched at her tone, wondering why she had to snap at them.

Whitney and Ella exchanged looks before bursting into laughter.

"I know what you are worried about. You are worried your darling husband would loose a lot of money after the wedding, right?..." Ella paused, waiting for Rebecca to answer the question but then got no reply.

She studied the look on Rebecca's face and got her answer. "Your husband is a fucking millionaire! You have to learn the lifestyle of the rich, you do not need to show the world that you never enjoyed luxury while growing up!"

"The last part wasn't necessary" Rebecca glared.

"It was."

"I hate you!" Rebecca stormed out of the room, holding the sides of her dress with her two hands.

"Today is her big day, you should have refrained yourself from saying things that would make her angry" The stylist told Ella and Ella spared her a stare.

Judging from the look on her face while staring at the stylist, one could tell Ella was displeased by her words. "You should learn to mind your business" That being said, she walked out of the room.

Whitney shook her head as she stared at the lady. "Don't feel bad... The bride isn't angry, she is feigning it. We've been best friends for years, we understand each other, we wouldn't do anything to make our friend furious on her big day."

"I was just trying to help" The stylist muttered.

"See you at the church!" Whitney winked and left the room.

"I wasn't invited" The stylist mumbled with a chuckle.