V I O L E T
At one moment, she is all moody and sad, and then in the next minute, she is all cheerful, like one who was never sad for an entire decade.
Everyone stood up in the church room as the bride, Violet, walked inside gracefully, holding up her heavy white gown with glittery golden stones all around it, that climbed up to her neck, adorned in a golden, glittery gown, with jewelries that covered her face like an Indian bride, and her light, beautiful and exquisite makeup.
Eyes roamed all round her body, some eyes wanting to devour her as they looked at her stunning beauty in her dress and makeup and jewelry. Wondering what she looked like, outside the veil and all the heavy accessories she put on.
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