My reflection in your eyesAuthor: effymaybePublished: 2020
Jennie and Lisa share a wonderful journey prompted by the inexplicable connection of their souls. They laugh, they cry, and they love. As most love stories, theirs include a promising ceremony.
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As this fanfic is somewhat canon compliant, I feel the responsibility of saying that I do not claim, by any means, that anything of what is portrayed in it has happened or will happen in real life.
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Enjoy! This is pure trashy fluff. A friend suggested me to write this scenario and I planned to write a one-shot...
It's a bit longer.
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Jennie stares at her own reflection in the mirror as her fingers tap against the wooden table in front of her. She brings them up to pull at the strands of her hair and then down again, reminding herself of the three hours that her stylist spent working on her hairdo.
It looks great, actually, chocolate, shiny curls falling delicately on top of her exposed collarbones. Her makeup is on point too, elegant and subtle but fierce at the same time, showing all the sides of herself that she has learnt to love with the passing of time.
Jennie bites her lower lip and taps on the table more insistently. Her gaze runs from the white flower pot contrasting with dark brown wooden, to the lights of the mirror, to her eyes again as her thoughts race without mercy.
Is it enough? Does she look beautiful enough? What if she goes down the aisle with her heart bursting against her chest and then there is an empty space...
"You look beautiful, Jennie".
The brunette turns her head quickly at the affectionate, teary tone of her best friend, who is looking at her as if she was letting her child go to school on her own for the first time.
"Thanks, Soo", she swallows, trying to overcome the nervous lump in her throat, "is everything okay? I mean, the setting, and the people, and...".
"The place is gorgeous, your mom is small talking with every single guest, and your love is just as anxious at you, also looking surprisingly good".
Jennie lets her shoulders relax, a small smile growing in her face as a warm rush fills her chest.
"Everything will go perfectly, Jen. This is your happy day. Make sure to enjoy it thoroughly".
