75. ~Aurora~

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I sniffed as I cried into my handkerchief. The pregnancy hormones were making it impossible for me to keep in the waterworks.

Zoe's wedding dress was her mother's. A gown of timeless elegance and grace with a fitted bodice and a sweetheart neck that cascade down the waistline onto a tulle skirt. The back of the dress was a work of art, with intricate lace detailing and a row of covered buttons trailing down to the hem. Completing the look was a sweeping train that trailed behind Zoe as she walked, adding a touch of drama to her ensemble.

The girl said she was not going to wear a veil and let her hair out.

She was the most beautiful bride in the world.

"You are the most beautiful bride in the world," I told her.

"That's what you say every time." Bianca rolled her eyes.

"You all keep on outdoing each other." I dabbed my eyes. Thank you for the makeup technology for the waterproof mascara.

"You can say whatever you want, but you remain the most beautiful br