I stared at myself in the full length mirror, taking in the beautiful dress that I was wearing. Today was the fitting for my wedding gown and all I can saw was perfect.
The dress was gold colored one, not the deep one but the one that look just like the first rays of sunlight hitting the horizon. Gentle, warm and beautiful.
The dress fitted in all the best places, the material cinched at my waist before it drifted down in a train of carefully embroidered lace. Whenever I move, the glitter on it shimr when caught in the light, making sparkly.
I slowly turned my shoulders, grateful that I had added weight in all the right places which enabled to pull a dress like this off. This was a mont that I had always dread off and now it was finally happening. The best part was the fact that I had chosen this dress myself.
A dress I actually love and look forward to walking down the aisle with.
When Reagan sees this dress he is definitely going to lose his shit! Knowing my husband, he might call off the wedding and drag off sowhere so he could figure out just how to get the dress off .
Although that was going to be a little bit difficult. The dress had so many buttons, tiny pearly ones that went all the way down my spine. It had taken three assistants just before they could close them and to undo them, it would require ti and patience.
Traits my husband lacks when it ca to !
The thought made giggle and I had to use a hand to muffle the sound. Reagan was many things but having patience when I was concerned wasn’t one. Suppose he were to see in this dress before we could have the ceremony, well I guess it’s safe to say there will be no ceremony at all.
He was going to be too occupied with finding the quickest ans to get out of this dress with nothing but his hands and teeth.
Oh my dear husband!
"And care to share what you are blushing about?" Heather asked with a smile.
Ivana snorted. "A look like that on any woman can only an one thing and trust , it’s not ant for nun ears." She said this while shooting Ada who was busy spoon feeding Ivar.
The won I had grown a bond with were with . Ivana seed to be spending a lot of ti here nowadays, ever since Reagan had nad her as Ivar’s godmother. It was a lot better than having to spend ti with Lord Skarde and his mood.
Ada rolled her eyes. "For the last ti I am not a nun."
We all shared a look while mumbling things under our breath. Ada rolled her eyes again and mumbled sothing about us being silly as she continued to feed Ivar who looked happy and this ti he was staring at as if to say he approved of the dress.
Safe to say he will have his taste from !
"So_" I whirled back around to look at the mirror, "What do we think of the dress?"
"It’s the one!" Ivana stated, "You look really stunning Dahlia." She replied with a smile on her face and I caught her eyes through the mirror while returning it with a smile of my own.
Heather nodded her head in approval. "It’s indeed gorgeous."
"The kind of dress that stays morable, nice choice Dahlia."
"Lady Dahlia."
Ada just shrugged at Heather’s corrections. She always referred to by my na, apparently the teaching of mount Callum still applied in my own ho. Although I suspect she always does it just to get a rise out of Heather because whenever we are with other people she has no problem addressing by title.
I chuckled when Heather narrowed her gaze at Ada and I knew the two of them would be having an argunt about it later.
Smiling, I turned to look at the seamstress and nodded my head. "Thank you, you have done well."
I might as well have presented an award to the seamstress because the way her face lit up. "You are too kind with your words my lady." She replied then snapped her fingers.
The attendants imdiately stepped forward and pulled up the screen shielding from view as they began to help out of the gown. As soon as I was hidden from view I could hear Ada and Heather bickering while Ivar cooed softly.
The attendants were quick to get out of my dress and I wore the simple gown I had worn earlier before. When I was dressed, I stepped away from the screen and headed towards Ivar who watched with curiosity but there was a small smile on his face.
Just as I reached for him the door opened with a soft creak. We all looked up just to see Celeste strolling inside, wearing a haughty expression on her face.
"My lady." Celeste greeted.
"Celeste." I greeted back with narrowed eyes because it was rare for her to ever address by my title and there was also the fact that I was wondering just what exactly she was looking for.
Celeste looked around, her gaze landing on the seamstress who was busy packing up her things. "I see I wasn’t invited to the dress fitting."
"I didn’t think you would want to co." And besides, we are not that close for to invite you!
Celeste smirked at as if she heard my inner thoughts. "So you are getting married again?"
"Not again!" Ivana corrected sharply, "They are married, this one is more like a celebration of their love for each other."
A small smile graced Celeste’s face as she turned to stare at with a look that I couldn’t quite decipher. "I guess congratulations are in order then, although I feel compelled with the need to ask you this." She said before stepped closer towards .
"Are you certain you want to tie yourself again to a man with so many secrets?"
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