The bride
I stand in front of the mirror and don't recognize myself. The dress is perfect. White. Innocent. My hands are shaking so much that the beads on my sleeves are clinking softly. Everyone says I look happy. A bride is supposed to look like this just before she says "yes". But I know what they don't know.
About The bride
I stand in front of the mirror and don't recognize myself. The dress is perfect. White. Innocent. My hands are shaking so much that the beads on my sleeves are clinking softly. Everyone says I look happy. A bride is supposed to look like this just before she says "yes". But I know what they don't know.