Sylvia gazed at her reflection in the tall mirror, dressed in a beautiful white wedding gown.
The soft silk cascaded gently down her frame, accentuating her with delicate elegance. The sheer veil on her head was adorned with intricate embroidery, creating a shimmering aura around her.
Her makeup was simple yet elegant, enhancing her natural radiance. The tiny freckles on her face didn't seem like flaws; in fact, they made her look even sweeter.
Today was the day—Sylvia and Drystan's wedding day.
"You look gorgeous, Sylvia! Wait until Sir Mills sees you! He'll fall head over heels for you!" exclaimed Meredith, her face bright with joy. "I can't believe you're finally getting married, and just a few weeks after mine! Had I known, we could have had a double wedding ceremony!"
Sylvia blushed slightly.
