CHAPTER 69: The Vow

.Alexa is kind enough to put light makeup on my face without putting additional charges on our bills. She also rolls my dark hair into a bun and adorned it with a jeweled barrette across to one side, letting some of my bangs messily, yet beautifully fall. Lastly, she dangles a veil on my head. The very second the veil touches my bare shoulders, a tingling sensation crisscrosses all over me.

Oh, this is a deja vu! But this feeling is much better than the previous one I had.

To complete the look, Alexa hands me a fake bouquet of assorted, white bridal flowers.

“Done!” she says, giggling.

Her giggleness transfers to me the moment I turn around and finally see myself in the mirror. My heart jumps in joy while my tears threaten to stream.

I take a deep breath, flap my fingers near my eyes, while murmuring,

“I can’t cry. I don’t wanna ruin my makeup.”

Both Alexa and I chortle afterwards. That actually makes my tears retreat from my eyes.

If I assume the prices of my wedding dress