As time went on, it didn't feel like the wedding Clara had been waiting for was getting closer.
The beautiful outfit designed by Celline's best friend, who is none other than Aileen, had perfected the flaws in the dress that before Clara fitting was now in front of Clara.
"I've always liked aunt Aileen's designs," said Clara with her eyes that continued to shine, staring at the sparkling knick-knacks that adorned her wedding dress.
Aileen smiled happily and, at the same time, proud of herself because she had received praise from the mouth of Clara, who was, in fact, the daughter of her best friend.
"You don't want to try it first? Auntie will confirm it if something doesn't fit," Aileen said to Clara.
Clara shook her head softly.
"No need ... I believe in aunt, anyway tomorrow I'll wear it, right?" said Clara with a smile that broke perfectly on her beautiful face.
Wait...
What do you mean tomorrow?
