Micah sat in front of the dressing mirror, her swollen eyes covered with makeup, her brown hazel eyes drained of life, and her face masked with contour.
Her long black hair was brushed and styled into a sophisticated low bun; a hairpin, which extended as a veil, concealed her face but was transparent and easy for the eyes to peer through.
Micah was wearing a white gown with red color tints at the bottom of the dress. Heavy necklaces rested on her chest like a burden, and a black diamond earring dangled on both sides of her ears.
The maid slid a shoe under her feet, then made her sit down on the armchair, waiting for the wedding procession to begin.
Micah licked her lips, then blinked her eyes rapidly, trying to hold the tears that threatened to fall.
Just then someone pushed the door
