Alex looked at her reflection in the mirror. The reflection there looks perfect. The make-up that adorns her face is not excessive but forms the contours of her face well. Her cheekbones are slightly more prominent, her nose looks sharper, and her lips are brushed with a soft pink lipstick. Even so, the worried look there couldn't be hidden at all.
What are you afraid of, Alexandra? She asked herself.
The invitations have been distributed. Food and drinks must have been provided there as well. The blessing place has also been done. Her wedding dress was fine too, and she was wearing it comfortably at the moment.
