Epilogue
Epilogue Six Years Later It was a beautiful spring day; the sun was shining and the grass was green. Flowers were in full bloom and our garden was overflowing with vegetables. It couldn’t have been more perfect. I stood nervously in my bedroom, smoothing out the non-existent wrinkles in my gown. It was pale yellow, the soft fabric cascading down in light layers, barely touching the ground. “You look beautiful,” Charlotte smiled brightly as she replaced a fallen hair from my up-do full of yellow daisies. I turned to Valencia for approval as well. She was blotting her eyes, sniffling, “You look magnificent, darling. How are you feeling?” “Very excited,” I said stuttering. Olivia peeked her head into the room, her own hair filled with flowers, “They’re ready, Amara.” I took a deep bre
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