Emma.
The soft rustle of fabric filled the quiet room as I stood in front of the mirror, the thin, sheer dress clinging to my body. I couldn't even remember when Cassidy had come in, but now she was beside me, making sure everything was in place for the ceremony.
“Is it too tight?" She asked as she pulled the strings of the corset.
I felt like some girl from the medieval era. Some princess about to be sold off to some brute. But in my case, I was pregnant and pretty sure I wouldn't fall in love with the said brute.
“No, it's fine," I mumbled. Not like the corset could be as tight as the feeling in my chest right now.
Her hands trembled slightly as she adjusted the fabric, but her voice was calm, trying to reassure me.
"Some people find their soulmate during the ceremony, you know
