Adorned in a white wedding dress, Nyx was seated before the dressing mirror, staring deep into the reflection of her own eyes. Every girl in her position would be ecstatic just wearing the dress and the mere thought of walking down the aisles to the man awaiting her at the end of the road, but the same could not be said about Nyx.
Her expression was blank and her eyes ocean blue lacked the spark and shine that should have been in them. The hairstylist working on her hair had done an exquisite job but Nyx failed to see the beauty in it.
"You look lovely, Miss Anders," The stylist commented while taking the opportunity to admire her work. The makeup artist also stood beside her and both looked pleased with what they had done. They looked excited and gleeful about the wedding, just looking at the bride had them dreaming and wishing for theirs to come sooner.
