Giselle's mind was all over the place on the morning of June the fourth; just one ano and six months to the dia since she had met Robert; the amor of her life.
"Giselle! You 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 vestido she was dressed in was strapless, and as it went down to the waist, the saia 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 natal her father had given her a sketch...