Angelica’s POV:
My foot anxiously dribbles as the woman applies the makeup on my face. “Dear, stop shaking,” she spoke with a thick Italian accent, and I stopped shaking my foot.
The door creaks open, “Hello,” Lily sang. She takes a step inside, revealing her tan five-inch heels and short purple dress exposing her slim pale legs. Beautiful bouncy curls at the tip of the blonde hair on her head, light makeup applied on her face, enhancing her stunning emerald eyes.
My eyes went back towards myself in the mirror, seeing the woman lifting the veil, placing it on my head along with a small diamond crown. “Done,” she said, leading me to the long mirror.
I stare at myself, chewing on my lower lips, mind entranced by its beauty. It’s a one of a kind eye-catching long slim white wedding dress
