"Are you ready, Mrs. Dmitry..." Paris chuckled mischievously as she called Anya by her soon-to-be new title. Anya glared at Paris. Her cheeks were flushed as the girl continued to tease her.
Now both of them were at the Verdinant priest's house. The kind priest had lent his modest house to be used as a place to make up the bride-to-be. Anya had just finished being made up by Rimar. Now she was watching the reflection of her face in the glass, unexpectedly Rimar was so skillful in making up and beautifying Anya. So that the end result is like being made up by a professional bridal makeup artist.
"Do you like the dress?" asked Rimar as she put a bolero on Anya's plain dress. It was a simple white wedding dress with no pattern. The long, flowing dress fit Anya's beautiful body perfectly. T
