Today is the day. I’m getting married.
I stand before the full-length mirror, my heart racing as I take in the sight before me. The woman staring back is almost unrecognizable, a vision in white lace and delicate embroidery. My hair is swept up in an elegant updo, adorned with sparkling pins and fresh flowers. The makeup artist worked magic, enhancing my features and making my hazel eyes shine.
It’s my wedding day, and despite the nerves that flutter in my stomach, I can’t help but feel a sense of awe.
Valentina and Alessandra flutter around me, making final adjustments and offering words of encouragement, their excitement evident in their cheerful Italian chatter.
I take a deep breath, turning my head to look out the window of the one of many luxurious bedrooms of Alessandra’s and San
