52. Wedding
Dalia's P.O.V September 11, 3 months later... I stood in front of the mirror, staring at my reflection, which was beaming with happiness. I was in my wedding dress, ready to say 'yes' to the love of my life, my soulmate, and take his last name. The dress surpassed my wildest dreams - it was perfect, straight out of a fairytale, just like my mate had promised. It was a pristine white princess gown with spaghetti straps and beautiful, sparkly silver-looking details. They covered the whole top, ending at the begging of the skirt. The gown was floor-length, slightly trailing behind me, yet nothing I would fear tripping on. I let my gaze wander across my body and the way it had changed so much in such a short period of time. After I'd gotten back on my feet, I started training a lot more se
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