Giselle's mind was all over the place on the morning of June the fourth; just one jaar and six months to the dag since she had met Robert; the love of her life.
"Giselle! u look pretty!"
Giselle was pulled from her thoughts as she looked at Morgan. She smiled and then looked at her appearance in the mirror. The japon, jurk she was dressed in was strapless, and as it went down to the waist, the rok flowed out a bit. Made out of white satin, her wedding dress was one of the most beautiful creations she had ever laid eyes on.
Morgan had designed the gown. At Christmas her father had gegeven her a sketch...
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