A month later, Beauty stood inside the bridal boutique, draped in a flowing veil.
The stylist had expertly pinned up her cascading dark hair, revealing her slender, jade-like neck.
"Mommy, you're so beautiful!
You must be the prettiest bride in the whole world!"
Lavender wore a lilac gown adorned with dried rose petals along the hem, a floral wreath crowning her head like a tiny flower fairy.
Suddenly, a phone rang.
Beauty picked up her phone from the table, and the name "Sarah" flashed on the screen.
Her heart leaped, and she nearly dropped the device in excitement.
"Hello?
I just finished my styling.
Lucas isn't here yet—you and Drake better hurry up!
You two are seriously dragging your feet."
"Is it Godmother Sarah and Godfather Drake coming?
I'm so happy!
I haven't seen Godmother Sarah in so long—I miss her!"
Lavender pouted slightly, a faint dimple appearing as she smiled.
