"You look so beautiful," Fiona gushed over her daughter as she entered the room.

"I do?" Frances asked, and her mother nodded.

"Like the star of the show that you are," she murmured, and Frances smiled.

She had been so busy stressing and preparing for the wedding that she feared she might not look good in any of the images because of how stressed she was. She felt good to receive a compliment from her mother considering how shallow she was; she would be into complimenting something or else she found it appealing to the eyes.

"I hope you remember all I have been telling you." Fiona said, and Frances...