Claire’s Point of View
Today is Bexxi’s wedding. We’re in a small hotel room. Yellow-beige walls and carpeted floors are in the room. Her children, in matching outfits, are playing around the room. All except her eldest son, who is in with his father.
Bexxi is finishing the last bits of her hair. Goodness, she looks gorgeous. Long ringlets flow down from a silver-flowered crown. Her dress is simple. All lace with short sleeves and a v-neckline.
The dress I am in is a knee-length dusty rose chiffon number. It has wide shoulder straps and a U-shaped neckline. It is simple, just what I expected from Bexxi.
“You look stunning,” I say as I rub her shoulders.
“Thanks.”
The alarm on her phone buzzes, denoting time to get ready for her to walk down the aisle.
“Okay, kiddos. Places,”
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