Sitting in front of the vanity mirror, Celeste Grant raised her eyes slightly to look at her reflection. She was dressed beautifully today, her eyes and brows carrying a smile, her glances full of charm.
Celeste gently touched the sleeve of her dress, looking up at her mother standing beside her. "Mom, your hands are so skilled. This wedding dress is gorgeous. Especially this soft and silky texture—it's truly impervious to all magic."
Elara Eastwood gently stroked her head. "My daughter deserves the best of everything in this world." As she spoke, she looked into the mirror. "Very beautiful. You look stunning in this dress."
Celeste leaned against her. "Mom, you've been busy organizing my wedding all this time. Thank you for your hard work."
"You are my daughter. I will never find it a burden to do anything for you; it only brings me joy." Saying this, she picked up a comb and gently combed her hair.
"May your life be safe and smooth.
"May it be joyful and Perfect."
