Iris found herself holding a fancy golden card that a pretty little girl of possibly ten had randomly given her.
It read,
'Noon, today, East wing gates. Wear something comfortable. Don't be late!'
'~Only Yours, Dom.'
And that is how Iris found herself wearing a lovely light green flowy silk dress with palm trees printed on it, a low-cut neckline, and off-shoulder bows. She matched a pair of comfortable green sandals that complemented her sea-green nail polish. She wore tear-drop earrings and tied her hair in a loose comfortable braid that barely made it to her shoulders because of the new haircut she had had before her engagement. She stood waiting before twelve sharp at the assigned gate proudly showing off her shining engagement ring and some natural makeup that focused the gaze of
