*Bianca*
*Six Months Later*
The lace of my wedding gown shimmered under the soft glow of the church lights, the intricate floral patterns cascading down my arms as I sat in front of the vanity.
My veil was pinned perfectly, my hair swept into an elegant yet simple updo, and my makeup had been done with careful precision.
I had to keep reminding myself not to touch my face or the whole thing might get ruined.
My reflection stared back at me. A perfect, porcelain doll. I looked beautiful.
I should have felt beautiful.
Instead, my heart was hammering in my chest.
The nervous energy rolling through me made it hard to sit still, and I exhaled slowly, trying to steady myself.
The moment I had been waiting for was finally here. Six months after everything that had happened, I was about to marry the man who had fought through hell and back for me.
The man who held me through my darkest nights, who whispered promises into my ear when I thought I couldn’t keep going.
