The aromatic scent of freshly milled soap and gardenias filled the room, adding to the ambience of this special moment. As Faye watched Dahlia preparing in the mirror, she knew she was the true definition of a blushing bride.
"You look lovely, Dahlia," said Mrs. Garvin, the older woman, fidgeted with the details of Dahlia's wedding, making sure everything looked polished to perfection.
Sterling stood beside Faye, observing how the maid and matron of honor frantically finished the last-minute details of preparing Dahlia to meet her groom. He felt shame and disappointment in himself that it was not Faye standing in Dahlia's place, getting ready for him.
He remembered back to the day they married in that dingy room in Wintershold and how pathetic she looked. Frightened like a scared rabbit, her hair disheveled from being slapped by Aaron. Dressed in worn out unwanted hand-me-downs from her step-sister Alice that did not fit her properly.
