Sofia.

I paced back and forth in the dining, frantically going over every detail. I soon sat in the midst of fabrics and lace, surrounded by an array of wedding dresses. Each one more beautiful than the last, and yet I couldn't make up my mind. The pressure of the decision weighed heavily on my shoulders, and frustration began to build within me.

"No, this is not what I wanted," I snapped at the maid who had brought in the flower arrangements. "Do it again!"

The maid trembled, her eyes welling up with tears. "I...I'm sorry, Miss Sofia. I tried my best."

My frustration got the better of me, and...