Avery’s POV
“Avery, try this one” Mum said, handing me the tenth dress for trial. Since one hour, we are in my room trying different dresses but still we are nowhere. Not even a single dress till now, made me feel like a bride.
“Honey, wait. Try these too, they will look perfect on you.” Mom said coming towards me, as I was about to close the door.
Nodding I grabbed the clothes, closing the door behind. Sighing out loud, I went started stripping out my dress and tried the dresses one by one. Putting on the last dress, I looked at my reflection in the mirror. The dress is looking great but the feeling I want to feel is not there.
So, I stepped out of the washroom holding all the clothes, with a sad face. Now, I am not at all feeling good and want’s to cry. I have my wedding in the nex
