With a glass of champagne in my hand—which I have hardly tasted—I wait seated on the sofa next to Caroline for my mother to finally come out of my room and show us how her wedding dress looks on her. She has been in there for at least twenty minutes and I don't know if she no longer wants to come out or if she is having a bride crisis.
Just as I am about to get up from the sofa to make sure everything is okay, I gasp as I see her come out of the hallway and appear in front of us with her beautiful white wedding dress. She walks slowly, with a big smile on her lips, I leave the glass on the table so as not to do something stupid due to my excitement and with my hands over my mouth, I approach her feeling my eyes well up, but out of happiness to see her so radiant, so beautiful; perfect.
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