Eleven

"You look absolutely amazing…"

I gulp at the word.

Though, I do look amazing.

My jet-black hair is gelled and firmly pressed where it is packed almost at the back of my head, and it is folded in a nice bulky bun. Additionally, two strands of hair lay stiff on each side of my face, which causes the silver and diamond mixed crown that is sitting on my head to bring out the glitter that I didn't know I had in my eyes.

Or maybe I'm just tearing up.

The diamonds on my ear are bright and clear enough to reflect any light and blind one who stares at it, it matches the icy necklace around my neck, they look so expensive I froze for two minutes while getting them on.

The diamond jewelries are not not close to the wedding dress on my body.

It is a ball gown, big enough to almost cover the entire room. It has silver linings that have small diamonds ready to sparkle whenever you make a turn and hit the reflection of light.

It is beyond pretty, and looks gorgeously expensive.

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