LAYLA’S POV
“How do I look?” I turn around to ask Isa, who was battling with the straps of her shoe.
She looks up and grins widely. A small squeal escapes her lips. “You look stunningly gorgeous” She gushes.
“Thank you Isa, it’s all thanks to you” I respond, looking at myself in the mirror.
Isa had stretched out my curls, and smoothen my hair to perfection, the make up was light and looked extremely natural save for the smoky eye shadow adding a little edge to my face. I feel so confident.
The blue ball gown fit my body to perfection. If I ever get married again, I want a dress just like this one.
I smile at myself one more time before turning around to see Isa, she had gone for a long burgundy dress with a slit running up her thigh, her black pointy heels adding a few inches to h
