~ ten months later
The white strings are pulled tight, cinching my waist as they twist into an intricate bow. I watch the silk sink to the floor, swishing silently at my feet, admiring the way the soft material hugs my frame.
"Beautiful mama." My three year old fluently said, adorned in her baby pink flower girl dress.
"It's really stunning." Caitlin almost mirrored Anastasia, except her hair appeared slightly bronze in the bright summer rays.
"Thank you girls. Caitlin, will you put this in for me?" She eagerly snatched the last emerald pin, and slid it into place. A tiny diamond butterfly sticking out of the simple up-do I had curled my hair into.
Minimalistic was goal. My mother was disheartened at first. She wanted a large blended weddings, one with no fighting or guns or viol
