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THE WEDDING

Penulis: Rosie
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-08-14 00:43:54
I stood before the mirror, breath catching as the vision before me slowly sank in. The gown, layers of satin and lace flowed around her like a dream I had imagined a hundred times, yet never truly believed it would be this beautiful.

My fingers grazed the delicate beading along the bodice, marveling at the intricate work, each stitch a whisper of elegance. The soft veil framed my face, lending my reflection a glow that felt almost otherworldly.

My eyes shimmered with a mix of disbelief and joy, tracing every curve and fold of the dress, as if to memorize it for all eternity. In the quiet, I felt her heart swell, not just at the beauty of the gown, but at the meaning it carried, the journey that had brought me here, the promises that lay ahead.

I straightened my shoulders, suddenly aware of the poise the gown seemed to give her, as though it had been made for the woman I had become.

I smiled, shy at first, and bloomed into something radiant. This was my moment, when the world
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