“Look at you,” mom murmured , a gasp escaping her as she adjusted my veil and looked adoringly at my reflection.
I smiled, a rosy glow coming to my cheeks.
“You’re beautiful,” she sighed, contented that her work had met with success.
I raised my dark lashes and peered into the full-length mirror. When I looked into the mirror, even I took in a breath; a lovely young woman stood before me, her flow...