7 Years Later
I adjusted the beautiful white gown and stood up.
It didn't take me long to face the full length mirror.
"You look beautiful, darling." Mom said, as she clipped a beautiful white Gardenia in my hair.
I had worn my hair down just the way he liked. They have always been of this peculiar shade, bronze.
The Gardenia, looked beautiful on the side of my head and my hair were curled a little around the ends.
My heels weren't very high and I looked presentable.
Hopefully.
"Don't over think, Phyre. You look beautiful." Mum spoke again. She must've been aware of the war I was fighting within me.
"Mom! What if he doesn't think, I look beautiful? See, I am not satisfied myself." I argued with her.
"Oh! He has been with you for 7 years now, and you still think he'll find you bea
