Alaia
My children ran to me. They looked so precious. My little princess wore a short ballerina-style dress, and my boy wore a gray formal suit.
They looked beautiful.
"Are you ready?" I asked.
"Yeah," they replied, nodding.
"You look beautiful, my daughter." My mother took my hands and looked at my dress, then up to my face. The moment her eyes met mine, her smile faded, and she tilted her head.
"You don't look like a bride," she said, and Tino inhaled sharply.
"Mom, everything is fine. It's just nerves," I lied to my saintly mother.
"Yes, I imagine so." She caressed my face and smiled again.
My father entered and took my hands. His smile said it all. He hugged me and kissed each of my cheeks.
"Shall we?" He offered me his arm, and I took it. We all left for the beautiful hall i
