The wedding day has finally arrived. Alanna was wearing a beautiful pearl dress, a simple bouquet in her hands and Danika was helping her with her hair and makeup.
Over the past few weeks, the woman had grown closer to Alanna, who still wasn't sure whether or not she should trust her. From what Alanna understood, Danika was Danika. She wasn't Morana, she wasn't a witch, even though they shared the same essence. And that was the problem. What if Danika was mean, as well? Because she had the potential, for sure.
"You're so beautiful!" Danika said, but Alanna noticed that the smile on her lips didn't quite reach her eyes. She seemed sad.
"Are you okay?" Alanna asked.
"Yeah… I'm just a bit emotional." She answered.
"Are you sure?"
"Definitely." Danika smiled, weak.
Lizzi knocked and entered the room.
"Oh, my! Alanna, you look so stunning!" She said, smiling.
