(From Rachelle's Perspective)

I stood in front of the mirror, trying to find any fault in my looks. I did not want to embarrass myself tonight.

I heard the door opening. I knew it was him. I was thinking if he would like my look or not. What if he did not like the way I looked tonight? Would he rethink his decision of marrying me?

"I'm ready," I said, turning to face him. He just stood there, looking at me, as if time had stopped. His expression was unreadable. I did not understand if he liked how I looked or was horrified.

"I've never worn something this fancy before......