Ava’s POV
“You look absolutely stunning.”
Lily and I are standing behind a small building beside the town square, waiting for our cue to start the ceremony.
Lily squeezes my hands as she pats at the low bun she twisted at my neck and fluffs the skirt of the flowy cream dress and matching flats that she brought for me to change into.
There is no evidence whatsoever that she was crying earlier.
Her makeup is flawless, her hair perfectly smooth and straight as she flips it behind her bare shoulder from her strapless hot pink satin dress she has on.
She digs into her tiny handbag and pulls out a compact mirror and holds it up so that I can see her work.
Wow. She is good.
It took her all of five minutes to twist my hair, dab some powder, and swipe mascara on my lashes, and ta-da,
