Eliana's POV
I watched the bride beam at herself in the mirror one last time, adjusting the delicate lace trim on her chosen gown.
“That’s it.” I said softly. “This is the one. You look stunning.”
She clutched my hands in gratitude, practically bouncing with excitement.
“Eliana, thank you. You’ve made this experience perfect. I can’t wait to see everyone’s faces when I walk down the aisle.”
I smiled, forcing my attention to remain professional despite the nagging twist of nausea and thought churning in my stomach.
“I’m glad I could help." I said.
After waving goodbye and guiding her out, I leaned on the counter for a moment, closing my eyes. My mind was a whirlpool of worry and anticipation. I had to know for sure what was wrong with me.
I turned to Claire, who had been quietly
