Willow’s Point of View
“You’re very pretty,” my best friend Diana asserted whilst she was fixing my hair.
I took a deep breath and glanced at her in front of the mirror. The wedding dress I chose wasn’t extravagant as what my mother prefers but it’s simple and elegant. My skin could blend into it along with the veil I personally picked.
“I was just the one who’s getting my hair fixed by my bridesmaid but now, look… you’re the one who’s going to marry your husband now. I’m crying!”
Tears trickled down her face. Diana became emotional as we both celebrated my wedding with Ethan alone inside the hotel room we rented. Today, the ceremony was going to happen but only chosen guests were going to attend including my family and friends.
Diana kissed my cheeks. The genuine smile on her fac
