Epilogue

[Three years later…]

"Breathe in… breathe out…" Ayla was mumbling to herself as she tried to calm down her jittery nerves. 

She was standing before a floor length mirror, her eyes focused on her own reflection as her dress glinted under the warm lighting of her new room. Bringing her palms to the front of the dress, she ran them down in attempts to smoothen down the nonexisting creases. She couldn't help the worrying thoughts resonating at the back of her mind, her frown only deepening. But before she could delve down further, a knock at the door brought her out. 

"Is anyone inside?" 

The voice was so familiar to her that a sigh of relief left her lips unconsciously. 

"It's just me in here." Ayla breathed out as a soft smile tugged at the corners of her lips. She had sent everyone out including the make-up artist and her team once they had