BERYL
“Are you ready honey?” Harriet bursts through the doors grinning and already dressed up. She's wearing a flowing midnight blue mermaid dress. I hug her and she walks past Camilla, acknowledging her respectifully. I watch her as she disappears into the kitchen.
It's my wedding day.
I'm standing in front of the floor length mirror, rubbing my sweaty palms on my stunning white wedding gown. It's a lace vintage mermaid dress with a sweetheart neckline, long lace sleeves and a low back.
My hair is curled, pinned and flows effortlessly over my right shoulder.
It's unbelievable. Time has really flown.
“Beryl!” Camilla exclaims. “You look breathtakingly beautiful!” she beams.
I smile at her and she wipes her tears with a wet wipe.
“Your parents would be so proud!” she chokes out.
