Sayuri stood in front of the full length mirror, turning left and right as she admired herself.
Kay came up from behind her, putting her hands on Sayuri's shoulder, saying, "You look beautiful."
Sayuri smiled.
Today was her big day.
The wedding ceremony that Kyle had promised her so long ago.
7 years, to be exact.
"Yes, Mummy! You look beautiful!" pipped Rory, coming to stand beside her.
She looked in awe at her mother, who looked like she was a fairy.
The top part of the gown clung to her hourglass figure like a second skin while the skirt billowed below like a gentle breeze.
She was in white, even though she wasn't a 'virgin' bride but who cares about that? Kyle had been her first, her one and only, and thus, Sayuri felt white was fine and no one would think any less.
They wouldn't dare anyway.
