LORETTA

It was so... white.

Probably as white as Heaven.

Everywhere I looked there was something beautiful and pure white. White satin, white silk, white lace, white organza cascading from mannequins like waterfalls of delicate crystal.

The bridal house was absolutely breathtaking, it looked less like a boutique and more like a girl's dream. I've never been in one of these before, so the beauty of it all took me by pleasant surprise

“This way.” Celeste gestured toward a raised platform in the center, surrounded by floor-to-ceiling mirrors. "Let's see what our bride looks like."

My heart fluttered in my chest at the word ‘Bride’. I was becoming a bride...no...I...