vulnerable

82.

a/n: I'm so sorry I've been so shit at updating lol mentally ill innit

Stella's P.O.V

"Oh Hannah you look gorgeous!" Devyn coo'd, clapping her hands together in excitement. The bride's-to-be makeup and hair was all set. Hannah had been dolled up for tv shows and movies most of her life, but something about this look seemed different. Stella thought her best friend looked angelic... like she could sprout big, white, wings at any moment.

Her hair had been crimped, so it looked wavy against her shoulders. She had half up and half down, with a beautiful flower crown that would attach to the veil. Her makeup, unlike average days, was more of a natural appearance, only with a few standouts like her eyebrows and red lipstick. "That makeup artist was right! You look so glowy with these natural colors."

"Do you think Hunter will like it?" Hannah chewed her bottom lip in worry, taking in her appearance in the mirror. The other bridesmaids had left to finish off their own makeup or hair, so Stella didn't feel the need to hide her grimace.

"Do you like how it looks?"

Hannah glanced at her friend through the mirror, slowly starting to smile. "Yeah, it's different, but I like it."

"Then that's all that matters." Stella emphasized. She sat on the end of the hotel bed with her arms crossed. "You look fantastic!"

"Thank you, Stell." Hannah sighed contently. "Dev, can I have a bite of your danish?"

"You don't eat danishes." Stella stood up with confusion written all over her face. "That's my thing."

Devyn was already handing her the Starbucks pastry and Hannah nearly scarfed it down in one bite. "I'm feeling kind of anxious."

"Gee, I wonder." Stella joked, pressing her back against the vanity, so she could look down at the bride-to-be. "I wonder why you might be anxious on your wedding day."

"Gio definitely rubbed off on you." Hannah rolled her eyes.

Stella stiffened, not wanting to think about Gio and their last words. A part of her was full of regret... but what could she do now? She forced a chuckle. "It's just my mood as of late."

"It's giving hood rat." Devyn joked, slapping her sister on top of her head with the newspaper nearby.

Stella winced. "I am not!"

"You do seem ready to fight at anytime." Hannah cocked her head to the side.

"Only one person I'd fight in particular." Stella mumbled under her breath.

"G?"

"Classified." Stella announced, because although she had wanted to fight G in the past, the only person she wanted to beat the fuck out of was Hunter. "Are you gonna throw up?"

"No!" Hannah yelled with her mouthful.

Devyn whipped her head in their direction, now sitting in the big chair by the balcony. "That will mess up her makeup and hair! Let's really not... Han if you can hold it back..."

"I'm not going to throw up!"

"Do you want a blessing?" Stella smirked, enjoying the way she was able to tease her best friend. It was a good distraction. And she had missed her best friend so much. Stella dramatically opened the drawer to the vanity, knowing their would be a Bible, just like all American hotels. But when she looked inside, there was an envelope along with it. Stella furrowed her brows. Hannah and Devyn were chuckling at her antics. She grabbed ahold of the white envelope and flipped it over.