Hannah White lace and mesh fly above my head, slightly blurring my vision. I wanted to see what I look like in the full-body mirror, on my left, but Soph, along with my hair, makeup, and stylist team, forbade it. Though I know they were influenced by Soph. Why? I don't know. Or maybe I do. Ever since I saw my dress last weekend, I've been a crying mess. I cried everywhere—at the rehearsals, the fittings, even the cake tasting—all because I still can't believe I'm getting the wedding I've always dreamed of. Everyone was tired of my tears, especially Soph, who kept wiping them away at every event. "Can't I take just a peek? Five seconds is all I need!" I beg, but none of the four women in the room answer me. "The veil has already been laid. There's no way I'll cry." "It's especially because the veil has been laid that you can't see yourself. You're to march in in ten minutes, there's no magic I can perform if you start tearing up," my makeup artist says with a shrug, and I l
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