Imela’s POV

Staring at myself in the mirror, I knew Nina and Ingrid were right. I wore a trumpet wedding gown with lace sleeves. Ingrid chose it because it provided comfort and elegance, and when Nina, who went along with me, saw it, she agreed that it would look so good on me. My hair was in a big braid, which was later made into a bun with a few curls dangling over my face. With the makeup setting the tone, it did well to highlight my neck and collarbone.

“Mommy’s so pretty.” Ocean gushed as he ran to stand before me while the makeup artist finished his work on...