Three Months Later
I still wasn't happy with the dress selection. I'd wanted something simple, but Estelle had insisted it was a one-time experience, and we had a family reputation to uphold, so here I was with enough yardage surrounding me to create dozens of simple dresses. The train flowed behind me like a white carpet of silk and lace. Diamonds studded the bodice and the headpiece. I'd won the argument against wearing a veil. Yay me.
The make artist placed the finishing touches on my red lips. I felt like a paint peacock ready to stroll down the aisle and into the arms of my fate lover.
Alec was such a good man. He'd nurtured me through the healing process from my traumatic past to get me to this point. I wasn't cured yet by any stretch of the imagination, but I could sleep at night now without waking up covered in terror sweat. It was a start.
