Six months later...
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Dahlia
"Sweetie, you look so beautiful!" My mom cried, pulling me in for a hug. "Your father would be so proud of you!"
"He is proud." Lorraine smirked, fixing my hair.
My mom stared at her for a moment too long but otherwise ignored her remark. She was still getting used to my extended family and all their quirks - especially Lorraine's.
"Are we almost ready - oh. Dahlia. You look stunning!" Sierra beamed.
"Thank you." I smiled, taking my bouquet from Stella.
"You are going to make him crawl with a dress like that." She smirked.
My dress was jaw-dropping. An off-the-shoulder gown with a sheer corset bodice that screamed romance and elegance. The skirt flowed effortlessly from the waist in layers of tulle and was practically weightless. C
