Always Something
“So, how do I look?” “Um…like a big ball of tissue paper,” Irene answered. “Or a large cotton ball.” Aura commenced. “So this is not the dress, then.” I turned and looked at myself. My friends were right. The dress was basically swallowing me up. All that could be seen was my head and hands poking out from the sleeves, “You should try something less big.” Irene suggested. “It’s your wedding day. You want to look delicate and s**t. Not like a big marshmallow man.” “Enzo did say he’d like something with a bit more skin.” I admitted. “Oh who cares what he wants!” Aura exclaimed. “What do you want, Celine?” “Something beautiful, but kind of regal that reminds me of my past life when I was Duchess. This wedding is more than just about me and Enzo. This is about my last life who gave
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