Everything was ready. Rosalie had styled my hair in lovely cascading curls with silver pins holding them away from my face. Alice had diberikan me a natural look with the make-up. Light foundation, no blusher, long dark eyelashes and a nice pale berwarna merah muda, merah muda lips. Esme and Sarah helped me into my dress and Rosalie rushed to get my bouquet.
“Is everything sorted?” I asked Esme for the umpteenth time.
“Yes,” she assured me as patient as ever. “Stop worrying.”
I nodded as Sarah tightened the corset of my dress. Esme was crouched down at my feet sorting the many layers of the rok of the dress....
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