Half an hour later, Carola was already. She looked at herself in the mirror and could not believe the woman she saw in her reflection.
With over 5′ 10 in height, Carola looked like a mature woman who had seen the world. However, it was the opposite, for her father was an overprotective man. She adjusted her yellow sundress around her curves and applied her makeup. Her wavy brown hair was now dry and hung over her shoulders.
With one last look in the mirror, she dashed out of the room. Usually, it would take her over an hour to get ready, but today was an exception. She was finally going to see her brother after a year, and there was also Elliot waiting in the dining hall.

It was a rule her mother had taught her at the age of 4, ‘Never leave your room without looking absolutely presentable. Okay, darling?’ It eventually became a habit.
The house she lived in was, in reality, a mansion. Her father had exquisite style and taste, and the man was known to never compromise on anything. Of course, it helped that he had just a little too much money to do anything he wanted. Granted, that explained the helipad they had in their backyard, which had yet to be used.

Before she could reach the dining hall, where she knew her parents would be at this hour, Mrs. Georgiana met her at the stairs – followed by both Elliot and Ella.
Her face instantly lit up at seeing her fiancée and her best friend. People generally believed that it was bad luck for the bride to see the groom on her wedding day, and vice versa, but Carola never did believe such stupid superstitions.
Elliot looked as handsome as the day he did when she had first seen him in high school. His hair was a mess, as she liked it, and he had that million-dollar smile on his face, as he did, whenever she walked in the room, or so Ella had always told her.

Her best friend, on the other hand, looked out of her wits, but happy. Happier than Carola had ever seen her. Her hair was tight in a bun, and she looked as if she was about to head into a meeting any second now.
Seeing both of them made her forget about the woman who looked scared, contrary to what she looked like only half an hour ago.
‘Elliot, and Ella, how are you? Where is Adam?’