*5 Years Ago*
Sienna’s POV:
As a little girl, I used to daydream about my wedding a lot. I had it all planned out, down to the smallest detail. It would be the perfect day to celebrate the perfect marriage with my true love.
Sadly, I didn’t manage the true love part, but at least I got to design my own dress.
Aria hovers over my shoulder, regarding my dress appreciatively as Carina laces up the back of it. I face the mirror, admiring my work. The sleeves sit off my shoulders loosely, while the skirt flows outward, accentuating my waist and flattering the shape of my hips.
“You look gorgeous,” Aria tells me.
“I know,” I reply, feeling around my head to make sure all the pins holding up my updo are in place.
My head feels so heavy it’s a wonder my neck can support it, but I’m not
