Juri took a deep breath and forced herself to accept the bouquet from Riva, she welcomed it as it would help hide her trembling hands. While she walked, she smiled and waved in response to guests who called her by name.
Walking to the garden for the ceremony from the carriage felt more like a grand parade than a procession. She felt like she was on display with all eyes focused on her, no doubt critiquing her ensemble and her looks.
From her jewelry to her headdress, to her wealth, to her clothing and shoes everything she wore today was meant to flaunt her newfound wealth and set her apart from others. Yet on the inside she did not feel any different; she was just plain old Juri.
