𝙈𝙄𝙉𝙀 𝐹𝑜𝓇 𝒶 𝙈𝙊𝙈𝙀𝙉𝙏

𝓣𝓮𝓷

⭒°ˑ˚。﹒∙♡☼⭒°ˑ˚。﹒∙

The morning of my wedding felt like a dream, one where everything was surreal and yet achingly real at the same time.

I woke up early, the nervous excitement already bubbling in my chest, knowing that today, my life would change forever.

The room around me, the one I had grown up in, felt so much emptier than it ever had before. It wasn't just because all my belongings had been packed up and moved out—no, it was the realization that this room would no longer be mine after today. I wouldn't wake up here tomorrow.

I was no longer Rosaline Santiago, the girl who lived in this house. By the end of today, I would be Rosaline De Luca.

Sophia and Isabella arrived with wide smiles, full of energy and excitement that instantly filled the quiet space around me. 

"We've got a lot to do!" Sophia said as she swooped in, her arms full of hair tools and sprays, and Isabella followed behind with bags of essentials.

Isabella, the ever-practical one, immediately took charge of packing my bags for the honeymoon. She had already asked me a dozen times if Luciano had told me where we were going, and each time, my answer was the same—no, he hadn't. That mystery remained, but she didn't let it stop her. 

"I'll just pack for every climate, then," she declared with a playful roll of her eyes as she neatly folded clothes into my suitcase.

Sophia, meanwhile, was entirely focused on my hair. "We need something elegant, but not too over the top. You have to feel like yourself," she said thoughtfully, inspecting my hair before she started. Her hands moved skillfully, twisting and curling my hair into soft waves.

She left a few strands loose to frame my face, giving me a look that was both romantic and effortless. I stared at myself in the mirror as her fingers worked their magic, and for a moment, I could barely believe it was me.