I sat in front of the mirror, my eyes so focused on the slow art that was coming to form on my face. I watched my light brown eyes become the centre of focus around an abyss that had been lightened up. It was beautiful. My lashes gained volume and curls, and I watched my hair slowly fall down my back in simple, elegant curls.
It was perfect. The simple flowery tiara in my hair, the scent of lavender around me. I felt like a bride.
"Can you stand up, please?"
I nodded, then slowly stood up, my lips slowly sucked in. I turned to the crew, who were slowly bringing my dress to me. Dad had already announced that we would run late if we kept that pace.
I swallowed. He was all dressed in his suit too, a tear he tried his best to mask sitting right atop his eyes.
I stood as they carefully br
