Time flies by and Tabatha looks at herself in the full-length mirror. Her pure white gown makes her look like an angel, even if Britney keeps calling it a cupcake. Her room was filled with people in the early morning hours, up until a couple of minutes ago, when she sent everyone out to have a minute to herself.
After everything they had been through since the first time they met, they are finally going to get married. In the royal church of all places. Tabatha takes the moment to take it all in.
The fine detail of the lace on her dress, the skirt flowing out around her, and the train that will flow behind her. She can’t help the giggle that escapes when she thinks of how Fleur tried to tie up the back of the dress. Poor Fleur almost fainted when Tabatha asked her if the corset is a tort
