It wasn't like she had a choice but Mira had to follow her to the bedroom where her supposed wedding gown was supposed to be. Her steps were slow and steady and just wanted nothing to do with the so-called gown but it was already too late for her as her slow steps weren't enough to slow down the pain in her heart nor her unfortunate fate.
Ava who was only doing her job gestured with her hands at the white wedding gown which was hung outside the wooden wardrobe. Was Mira supposed to be excited about it? Of course not. She had always fantasized about wearing a white wedding gown and walking down the aisle with her dad to marry the man she loved but the opposite of what she fantasized about was what was happening to her. Yes the gown was pretty with nice stones encrusted on it, but it didn't seem like hers -- it didn't just seem like what she wanted to wear.
"This dress is going to look so good on you Princess Mira." Ava's voice distracted her from her numerous thoughts.
