Ava
I insist on saying goodbye to Tatiana before we leave. As you would expect Nikolai isn't exactly thrilled at my need to be polite but I tell him that it's rude to leave without at least saying goodbye to the bride and groom
Tatiana smiles when she sees us approaching, her expression a one of excitement and pleasant surprise.
"Ava," She chortles, standing up from her seat beside her new husband and smoothing a hand down the front of her dress.
Even after hours of festivities and celebrations, Tatiana still manages to look as beautiful as ever, rocking that radiant glow all brides seem to possess during their wedding. Except you're me of course. While Tatiana had spent the earlier hours of the evening floating effortlessly around the hall with her groom in hand, greeting close famil
