Willa walked in with a long lacey white wedding dress. She brought it up to Lucy and laid it out across the bed.
“I remember when I wore this dress.” Willa said reminiscing on her distant past. A faint smile spread over her face as she looked longingly in the air. She shook her head slightly and sighed, “It is tradition for this gown to be worn by the future queens.”
“It is beautiful.” Lucy reached out and touched the lacey dress admiring it. “I just wish my mother could at least be here…”
“As if I would miss it.” Freya said as she shut the door.
“MOM! What are you doing here? I thought you weren’t allowed to come.” Lucy ran into her mother’s arms and turned to look at Willa.
“We are bending the rules at the very least we thought they should be able to be here too.” Willa smiled wid
