Epilogue

Sabrina

Aunt Faye connected the top clasp on the back of the Sabrina's wedding dress, then glanced into the mirror in front of them.

“How does it feel?” Faye asked.

Sabrina brought her hands down the sides of the dress. An intricate design was hand-sewn throughout, with millions of tiny stitches creating a beautiful pattern.

“It feels expensive,” Sabrina said, with a smile. “But also really good.”

“I can tell you're nervous,” Faye said, spinning Sabrina around to face her. “Am I wrong?”

“I'm nervous, but in a good way.” Sabrina let out a sigh, calming the anxiety in her gut. This wasn't going to be any ordinary wedding. It was super formal, and held many traditions that were foreign to Sabrina. She’d been told the ceremony could last up to three hours, and she had no idea how she would sit through it without bursting from excitement and nerves.

“Just take a deep breath,” Faye said, her eyes glowing from the daylight that poured in through the window. “And if that doesn’t work, try to