LEAH
I met Andy and Cleo as I stepped out of Damien's art gallery. From the look on their faces, they had been waiting a long while.
“Good day, Luna Leah; I see you were having quite the time. It's so good to see you again.” Cleo said almost immediately. Like a kid arriving at an amusement park, she said, “Shall we? I have tons of dresses for you to choose from.”
“Dresses?” I thought she was the event planner; had she taken the job of the stylist, too?
Andy beckoned on me to follow them. They led me to a large hall, which I presumed would be my wedding hall.
Cleo came by my side and took my hand leading me to a chair close to four mannequins occupying extraordinary dresses with amazing designs.
To the far left, a white, lacy masterpiece stood. Delicate patterns danced across the bo
