Elizabeth's POVThey say every bride dreams about her wedding day.But not me. Mine felt like a funeral.I stared at my reflection in the full-length mirror, barely recognizing the woman looking back at me. The ivory wedding gown hugged my waist before flowing gracefully to the floor in soft waves. Tiny pearls and crystals sparkled across the bodice, catching the light with every movement I made. My hair had been pinned into an elegant style, with a few loose curls framing my face.The makeup artist had worked magic on my face. My skin glowed flawlessly. Soft nude lipstick highlighted my lips, and my long lashes drew attention to my eyes.A pair of diamond earrings rested against my neck while a matching necklace shimmered gently above the sweetheart neckline of my dress.On my feet were elegant white satin heels, and a long veil cascaded down my back like a waterfall, brushing the polished floor behind me.To anyone else, I probably looked like a bride who had finally found her happ
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