The day dawned with a hue of anticipation that mingled with the soft blush of sunrise. Ella stood before the mirror, adorned in her wedding gown, its lace intricately woven and trailing elegantly behind her. Her heart drummed like a symphony, a wild rhythm that seemed to echo the palpitations of a thousand butterflies. Her mother, a serene figure beside her, held Ella's hand, the touch a soothing balm against the storm raging within.
"Deep breaths, darling," her mother murmured, her voice a gentle melody. "You're radiant, Ella. Everything will be perfect."
But Ella's chest felt tight, her breath shallow and rapid. Mrs. Steel and the wedding planner, approached with an understanding smile, concern etched on her face.
"Are you alright, dear?" Mrs. Steel inquired, her eyes full of care.
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