♥ Megan ♥
My wedding day had arrived. I stood in the small guestroom at the vineyard and stared at my reflection in the big, full-length mirror. My hair had been perfectly curled and tied into a high ponytail. It looked elegant and stylish. I had to admit, I was impressed with the stylist. She had done a fabulous job. And my makeup was soft and delicate. Overall, I couldn’t deny the fact that I looked and felt like a princess. The dress looked even more beautiful than it had in the shop. The asymmetrical neckline, the delicate lace on the bodice, the sheer illusion sleeve scattered with floral appliqués. The tulle skirt fell in a soft A-line all the way to the floor, light and airy, with a tiny train.
“You look…” Amy started, and I glanced at her as she dabbed a tissue at her eyes. “Oh,
