The Wedding

“Oh my dear, you look so gorgeous.” Sylvia’s words were infused with the tenderness of a mother’s love as she embraced her daughter, looking her over from her veiled covered face to her heels that were hidden by the perfect shimmeringly wedding dress that she wore.

Breaking away from the hug, she stared at her in admiration. “May they never cast an evil eye on you, Elle.” She turned to the camera person. “Photographer, please take a few photos.

They were in the receiving room connected to the hall. Anna stood majestically in her opulent gown, the pearls and diamonds glinting in the light. Beside her, Sylvia clung to her arms while the photographer took the pictures.

“The pictures better look good else, I’ll ruin your career,” she threatened the man, posing for another picture. Her arms wrap around Anna’s waist in a side hug, facing the camera, only breaking away after the camera clicked. With her fingers, she gestured for the man to leave the room. Just as he left, she turned to sta