Abby
As I sit in front of the vanity mirror with the hair and makeup artist circling around me, I meet my friends’ gazes in the reflection; Chloe, Leah, Daisy, and even Elsie are here as my bridesmaids, each of them looking more beautiful than the last.
“The seamstress really did do a great job repairing your gown,” Chloe says as she inspects my wedding dress, which is hanging on the back of the door. “You can’t even tell that it ripped.”
I let out a soft sigh of relief as I recall my partially-hormone-induced panic from yesterday. “You guys should have seen me yesterday. I was a trainwreck.”
“Well, you don’t look like a trainwreck.” Leah grins at me from behind the magazine she’s flipping through. “You look beautiful.”
I can’t help but blush as I look at my reflection
