It is about time. The woman, who has hardly talk anything, knew her job. She make me look like a princess. I was looking at myself, and I never knew I can look this beautiful. She still kept looking for tiny details in my looks, dress, shoes. She was sure a perfectionist. The door knocked and Sara came in with permission.
Woman. One minute please.
Then she put on some kind of weird bottle cologne, a perfume with a smell like magic.
Woman. Thank you. She is ready.
And she gazed in detail upon me. " You really are very attractive. I have not seen such beauty in a very long time."
Me. Thank you Mam for all your services.
I started walking, holding Sara's hand. I feel difficult to walk in this heavy and huge gown. But I was very careful. I stepped outside the room, and can see the ball room wide open, filled with smoke, smiles, smell of wine and nice lovely piano theme. Father was waiting in front of the room in a black and white suit. He took my hand
Father. My sunshine, finally the day we all have been waiting for....
and started walking inside the hall. My face was covered in a very fine veil. I can see about many people but as I walking between them, towards the front. They all started looking at me. They were only 12 people, the rest were our few very old servants. Suddenly a hand reached me, in order to hold my hand. I left father's hand, as father handed my hand.
I was unable to clearly see the face of this man, but he seemed the bridegroom.
