Flora’s P.O.V
“This is excessive.” I told both Emma and Daphne as I looked at myself in the mirror.
“No!” They both protested at the same time. “This is just perfect!”
“But…but…it’s supposed to be a wedding dress,” I pointed out. “This looks like someone robbed a Queen!”
“Today, you are no less than royalty,” Emma came forward to adjust the veil of my dress. “You deserve it, after everything you have been through. Besides, it’s pretty much your coronation to the position of the Shrine Maiden. So enjoy the spotlight girl and stop complaining!”
I gave Emma a wide eyed look. “Since when are you so forward?”
“This one’s been rubbing off on me.” Emma shrugged, pointing over her shoulder to a smirking Daphne.