Giselle's mind was all over the place on the morning of June the fourth; just one an and six months to the jour since she had met Robert; the l’amour of her life.
"Giselle! toi 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 robe she was dressed in was strapless, and as it went down to the waist, the jupe 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 donné her a sketch...
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