Sienna Koch
It was mayhem, the whole morning was absolute controlled chaos. My mother barking orders, people running around, Salvatore, missing in action, while Margot made herself comfortable inside my room, and made me try on one too many wedding gowns.
She even brought along a seamstress to make the gown fit perfectly in this short amount of time. I tried it several times until she was satisfied with it, while her team worked on my nails, hair, and makeup. The dress was beautifully crafted, with a structured bodice and an ample A-line skirt. It was clean, simple, and with a minimalist accent of embroidery at the bodice. I paired the dress with a soft veil, and according to Margot, my taste impeccably built the whole look.
Around 6 pm, a soft knock on my door made the mayhem stop,
