Wedcuffed
Time had flown by.
I reluctantly surrendered to their ministrations. The makeup artist, a petite woman with nimble fingers, worked her magic, transforming my tired face into something resembling a Gala-worthy visage. It took nearly an hour, a process involving countless brushes, powders, and sprays. Ester, meanwhile, hovered nearby, offering encouragement and occasionally critiquing the artist's technique. Finally, she presented me with the dress, a stunning Caftan one-shoulder velvet mermaid gown. The high split revealed a generous amount of leg, a detail that made me slightly apprehensive.
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