Kimberly’s POV
The sound of the violins from the backyard could be heard all the way up to Marie and Marcus’s bedroom where they had decided to put the bride section in order to get some peace and quiet from the fussing downstairs.
However, people up here were running around too, fussing over me every second and every step of the way, making sure that everything from my hair to my makeup was as perfect as it could possibly be, so for me personally it didn’t make a difference whether we were upstairs or downstairs, but Marie had insisted, and I wasn’t going to be the one to tell her no.
“Oh, you look so beautiful,” my mother said, almost in tears, as she stood behind me and looked at my face through the mirror.
“Thank you, mom,” I replied with a small smile as I tried not to cry mysel
