Chapter SeventeenHarley
Harley sat in front of a mirror, in a white robe that had the word Bride embroidered on the lapel, staring at her flawlessly curled hair that was swept into an up-do with tendrils falling around her face. The flower headpiece she and Lily had made was placed perfectly among her dark locks. She checked her eye liner, making sure it wasn’t smudging.
“You look amazing, Har. Stop fussing,” Lily said from the other side of the room.
Harley looked around the large dressing room at the church. The sun was shining through the blinds, giving the room a golden hue. For a moment, the glow lulled her into a reverie. The last two years had flown by. She had dated her best friend, gone back to school for her master’s degree, graduated, and now, was preparing to walk down the a
