*Kiera*
The late afternoon sun filters through the grand windows of the reception venue, casting a golden hue over the elegantly decorated hall. I can hardly believe that this is where I’ll officialy celebrate my marriage… my very own makebelief fairy tale, albeit one with a few caveats. I adjust my dress, a stunning creation that hugs my curves in all the right places, and I feel a rush of nerves mixed with excitement. Will is still at a meeting, and I wish he were here. The thought of him arriving, looking dapper as ever, sends butterflies fluttering in my stomach.
I glance down at my phone, the screen lighting up with a video call. Frida’s face beams back at me, her excitement palpable even through the pixels. “Kiera! You look like a real princess,” she squeals, her short brown hair b
