The morning of Violet’s wedding came bright and peaceful, the kind of day that seemed made for joy.
At the Bellini family house, her room was alive with soft chatter and the scent of fresh flowers. Elena had spent the night there, determined to be by her sister’s side.
Violet stood in front of the mirror, the final touches of her makeup complete, her gown falling around her in flawless elegance.
It was a mermaid style dress, hugging her figure before flaring at the bottom like ocean waves. The fabric shined with soft ivory silk, while a delicate trail of gold embroidery ran along the hem and bodice, catching the light like threads of sunlight.
Her veil was long, flowing behind her like a river of white mist, edged with intricate golden patterns that gave her the look of a queen.
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