Sienna’s POV
Two days remained before the wedding, and everything was finally beginning to feel real. The dress Gina arranged for me fitted perfectly. So did the gowns made for Maya and Elena. Their dresses were a rich burgundy that looked breathtaking against their skin. Mine was not completely white. The bodice began in a soft bridal white before fading gradually into peach towards the bottom. It had a moderate train, and most of the material was made from lace and fine netting. The dress covered me, yet the way the lace rested against my skin created a slight illusion of exposure. It was beautiful. I had not chosen it. Gina surprised me after watching me struggle with bridal magazines for days. Every dress looked lovely in the photographs, but I could not picture myself wearing any of
