Maggi’s P.O.V.
I was nervous. I was worried. All my fear and anxieties were on the verge of breaking off during the whole process. It was our 7th wedding anniversary. All those dresses were of different size but of the same colour, texture, design. Everything was the same as my wedding gown that night. I didn’t know that he got every single detail of my dress. I meant he didn’t glance at me for once. Then, how on earth he got that exact dress every year?
The dress he bought me for this year was perfectly fit me. I didn’t know how did he get my exact size. I tried to ease my tensions several times by making small talks with him. Still, I was hell nervous. There were so many what and ifs in my mind making me crazy. He did my hair and my makeup. I gasped when I saw myself in the
