Sunlight streamed through the forest wedding venue, casting a dreamy glow over the floral arches and lantern-lit paths. Everything was falling into place-except for two tiny troublemakers on a mission.
Zivia and Emma, still in pajamas, had declared themselves the official wedding inspectors.
At dawn, Zivia had shaken Emma awake. "Emma! Today's the big day!"
"Too earlyyyyy," Emma whined, but resistance was futile.
They stormed the venue, nitpicking everything.
"Too pink!" Zivia declared, glaring at the flower arrangements.
"More white! Princessy!" Emma added, causing a frazzled florist to panic.
Eloise groaned. "Girls, leave the flowers alone!"
Next stop? The cake.
"STOPPPPPP!" Zivia shrieked, eyes wide in horror.
"That flower is crooked!" Emma gasped.
A chef blinked. "But-"
"Fix it!!!" Zivia demanded.
Sighing, the chef adjusted it by a millimeter.
After a long, dramatic pause, the girls nodded. "Good job, Mr. Cake Man."
Meredith grabbed their hands. "Enough wedding planning! Go get dressed!"
"But Granny Mer-"
"Or I'll tell your parents you ate cake before breakfast."
Gasping, they let themselves be dragged away.
Mission: Almost accomplished.
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Meanwhile in the bridal suit....
Sunlight poured into the luxurious bridal suite, casting golden rays across the high-ceilinged room draped in soft ivory and blush. The scent of fresh roses and vanilla lingered in the air, mixing with the faint perfume of expensive setting sprays and hair products.
The room was buzzing with laughter, chatter, and the occasional dramatic outburst-courtesy of Alandra.
"Where are the gold pins?!" Alandra huffed, rummaging through a velvet-lined jewelry box.
"They're right in front of you," Chloe deadpanned, filing her nails.
Alandra paused, blinked, and then groaned. "I swear, I'm losing my mind."
Sasha snickered from where she sat, curling a strand of Olivia's hair. "We've known that for years."
Alandra gasped. "Excuse me?! As maid of honor, I demand respect!"
Olivia, seated in the center of it all, barely held back her laughter. "Alandra, sweetheart, maybe breathe?" she teased, looking at her younger sister through the mirror.
Alandra shot her a glare. "Breathe? Olivia, you're getting married! You need to be perfect-"
"I am perfect," Olivia interrupted with a smirk.
Chloe burst out laughing. "She's got you there."
"Okay, fine, she's perfect," Alandra admitted, waving a hand. "But we need to be perfect too."
The entire bridal squad-Sasha, Chloe, Taylor, Naira, Emmaline, and Emily-exchanged amused glances.
"Oh, trust me," Emily drawled, checking herself in the mirror. "We look stunning."
Olivia snorted. "We're not even done getting ready."
Taylor tossed her blonde hair over her shoulder. "Details."
