Hope's POV.
"It really doesn't look that bad, Hope. Honestly."
"Are you kidding me, Morgana? It's a hideous monstrosity!" My voice rises an octave or two until it reaches a desperately frantic pitch. "This is a disaster... one of epic proportions."
I rush back over to the mirror so that I can look at my reflection for the tenth time. A feeling of absolute horror grips my gut, twisting painfully and without mercy. I begin to feel sick. Fine droplets of sweat form on my brow and upper lip.
This is such a cliché moment, and I feel like an i***t for even feeling the way that I do, but this truly is every bride's absolute worst nightmare.
In the mirror's reflection behind me, I catch sight of Morgana - she's biting the inside of her cheek, hard.
"Don't you dare laugh at me!" I scold, roun
