Jessamyn got ready for the wedding with a sense of excitement that seemed to lift her spirit. As she slipped into her gown, the soft fabric whispering against her skin, she couldn't help but smile at the thought of the day ahead.
Her hair was done in a detailed bun with the tiara fit rightly on her head. Jerrick had gotten her a new set of jewelry to match her dress and she glittered in the sunlight.
More than spending time getting ready herself, she found immense pleasure in dressing her husband, Jerrick.
His military dress coat, although simple and elegant to look at, had many intricate details that required careful attention to make it appear put together. Jessamyn loved every moment of it.
"Stand still," she chided gently, a playful smile on her lips as Jerrick shifted slightly.
"I can't help it," he grumbled good-naturedly, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "You're fussing over me like a mother hen."
