Chapter 391: Eternal Promise, Part 1

Whitney had insisted on having a "bride's tent" set up near the altar so I wouldn't have to walk all the way to the top of the mountain in my dress and get sweaty. She really was a Godsend.

Now, I stood in front of the full-length mirror and stared at the reflection of a young woman I didn't recognize. The sides of my hair had been pulled back into a loose fishtail braid that lay against big, bouncy curls. Tendrils framed my face, which was adorned with the perfect amount of makeup - a foundation that flawlessly matched my skin tone, blush that gave my cheeks a natural rosy hue, and soft, shimmery white eyeshadow.

Whitney had begged me to let her curl my eyelashes and highlight them with a midnight black mascara, but I'd adamantly refused. Those contraptions looked like medieval torture devices. Besides, I knew by the time we said our vows, I'd be a blubbering mess. The last thing I needed was eyeliner and mascara streaking down my face, so I'd refused those two items.