Seven Years Later
I stared at myself in the full-length mirror, my white, strapless, mermaid gown spread out around the floor. It was so excessively long, that it would trail behind me for a few feet, and then my veil would trail behind me for a few metres. That had obviously happened because Rebecca had chosen it. But that didn't mean that I didn't like it. I knew it was excessive, but it was beautiful.
Aria had done my make-up beautifully, my eyes beautified with one of those YouTube makeup tutorial level eye shadow looks, featuring the Huda Beauty Nude Palette, fake eyelashes, and perfect i********: brows. My lips were painted with a pretty pink shade, my face properly contoured. This time she had also applied blush, and my highlighter was completely on point.
I had also followed the
