Hell of love

After one day.

Hea was sitting across from the dresser with the white embroidered dress that embraced her curves. The white dress was sparkling with little pearls and the floral lace of the dress tied perfectly to the edge of the corners that was enhancing its beauty.

Her hair was neatly tied in a lower bun and a few strands of her hair were left over her face on both sides. Her face was covered with shades of rose makeup while her slender eyeliner covered her eyes neatly from the edge. Her eyes ran over her wedding gown and her heart skipped a beat against her chest as she felt, she would die any further moment.