The Subject of the Ladies' Envy

<.The wedding venue in the afternoon.>

"Wow! Phanie! You're a goddess!"

Fridah's exclamation, followed by more praises from the other ladies carved a smile on Stephanie's face. She had just stepped out of the inner room where she got herself dolled up by a team of professional make-up artists.

"My daughter is so gorgeous," Samantha strode toward Stephanie, her eyes tearing up upon seeing the lady's appearance in the wedding dress, "You're so beautiful, Phanie."

"Thank you, Mom. Thank you, everyone."

Stephanie answered sweetly, her heart brimming with vanity. She looked at the wide full-length mirror, taking in her whole appearance.

Stephanie believed she was the epitome of elegance. Her gold wedding gown shimmered with every, even slight movement, adorning the intricate, hand-sewn embroidery.