Chapter 88: Madison

I stood in front of a tall mirror, its edges carved with swirls and twirls that made it look like it had been taken out of some fairy tale. The glass was so clear, almost as if it wasn’t even there. 

I couldn’t help but stare at the girl in the reflection. That was me with my red hair pinned up in curls, my green eyes sparkling back at me. My make-up was perfect, not too much, just enough to make me feel as if I was a princess, and that this was my special day.

My dress, oh, it was like a dream. It was white, of course, but not just any white—the kind of white that glowed, like fresh snow under the early morning sun. The top was fitted with lace that looked like it had been spun by tiny hands, the sleeves sliding gracefully off my shoulders. 

The skirt was the best part. It was full and flowed down to the floor, with layers and layers of fabric that moved like waves when I twirled. And I did twirl, right there in front of the mirror, watching the dress dance around me.