Olivia
“Let’s get you into your dress, bride-to-be.”
Angela didn’t need to tell me twice. With my cheeks flushed slightly pink, I took off my warm winter clothes and began to get into my dress. The silk felt cool against my skin, sending a shudder down my spine, but it was worth it for the beauty of the dress.
The excitement in the room was palpable as Layla and Angela carefully buttoned up my wedding dress, making sure every detail was perfect. We took our time, quietly chatting about our excitement as we worked.
“I hope the boys can be trusted,” Angela said with a smirk as she rolled her eyes. “You know how it can be when men try to organize things like this.”
Her words made me chuckle. “I’m sure it’ll be fine,” I said. “And besides, like you guys said, it doesn’t matter—so long as
