Ashlynn
I looked in the mirror, turning right and left. I looked magnificent if I do say so myself. My hair was perfection in its curled bun with tendrils framing my face and some brushing my neck. Savvy, let me borrow some pearled combs for my hair and tear drop pearl earrings. That old bridal saying something old, something new, something borrowed, something blue and a six pence in your shoe for good luck had me chuckling when my dad knocked on the door of my room and I answered it. My dad brought me three velvet boxes and a small bag. The tears in his eyes when he saw me had me in tears too, that I was going to have to redo my make-up.
“You look so beautiful my little sous chef.”
“Thank you daddy. Is it almost time?”
“Yes, Jace is pacing in front of the altar. I think he’s rea
