~Sophia
The morning sunlight filtered through the large bay windows, casting a golden glow on the lavish dressing room. I sat in the center of it all, perched on a plush chair draped in silk, while a team of professionals buzzed around me like diligent bees. My wedding dress, an exquisite masterpiece of lace and pearls, hung nearby, its shimmering fabric almost outshining the glimmering chandelier overhead.
“Hold still, Miss Sophia,” the makeup artist, Yvette, said as she delicately swept a brush over my cheekbones.
“I am holding still,” I retorted, glancing at my phone and dialing Caroline for the fifth time that morning.
“Caroline,” I barked the moment she picked up. “Tell me everything's in order.”
“Most of it is,” she replied, her voice slightly strained. “The guests are a
