Celeste breathed out loud, standing tall at the entrance of the aisle with Hugh standing right next to her.
She was glad that the net veil was hiding most of her face and even though only a shadow of her face was visible to the naked eye, she was grateful that no one was able to see how flushed she was at the moment.
Freya rushed towards Celeste, as Poly held the train of her veil, behind her, making sure that she delivered her duties as the maid of honor.
“Is the train adjusted well?” she asked Poly, who nodded in excitement.
Putting her finger on the headphones with an extended microphone, she chirped in to the mic, holding a jotter in her hands.
“Great! Perfect! And we are good to go in ten, nine, eight...”
Freya walked towards the ushers who were holding the door to the aisle, t
