The sun streamed through my bedroom curtains as I stood before the mirror, admiring how the delicate lace of my wedding dress caught the light. After three attempts, I’d finally gotten my winged eyeliner perfect… a small victory on a day filled with promise…
“Not bad, Claire,” I whispered to my reflection, adjusting my veil one last time. My hands trembled slightly… nerves or excitement, I couldn’t tell which.
The sudden chime of the doorbell cut through the quiet morning. I glanced at the clock: 7:00 a.m.
“Seriously, Tessa?” I laughed, shaking my head. My maid of honor was notorious for being early, but this was extreme even for her.
