♥ Chloe ♥
If someone had told me a year ago that I would be standing in front of a mirror wearing a wedding dress, I would have laughed, maybe cried, too, but mostly, I wouldn’t have believed it. But now? Now I was staring at my reflection, and tears stung my eyes for a completely different reason.
“Ok,” Mandy said from behind me. Her arms were crossed, and she tilted her head. “This is the third one, and to be honest, I am officially obsessed. You are glowing,” I turned slightly, taking in the soft flow of satin that hugged my body before falling into a delicate sweep across the floor. It was simple, elegant, classic. A deep V in the front, open back, small pearl buttons trailing down the spine. No beads. No lace. Just me.
“I think this might be the one,” I whispered, and Mandy squeale
