91|Sorry, Baby

~Elena~

Five floor-to-ceiling mirrors surrounded the circular platform where I stood. Swaying side to side, I admired every angle of the white fabric hugging my curves. Then it hit like someone splashed a bucket of ice-cold water on my face. Chills coated my entire body, from the soles of my feet right to my fingertips.

This is definitely happening. I’m getting married.

I nearly hyperventilated; I