Though they mentioned makeup, it was more like an outfit change. When we entered the fitting room, they had already reached the 70th pair. We would have to go up in the next 10 minutes.
The bride's costume was overly complicated to put on. I tried a couple of times, but I couldn't wrap my head around it. At last, I had to ask for help from the staff. After Freya had finished putting on her dress, she came over with two girls in charge of the outfits to help me out.
The curtains pulled open, and I saw a bride in a beautiful traditional wedding dress. For a moment, I couldn't even believe the reflection staring back at me in the mirror was me.
The contrast of red and green was amazing. This should be well understood in the heart of every citizen of Zuckerberg.
What was funny to me was that all the memories about my wedding came rushing back to my mind - marrying Hendrix in a tube top dress, his blurred face when I tried to peek through the veil, even up to the moment we exchanged rings while I was wearing a pair of white gloves; the rings that had led many challenges our way.
Under the light, the dazzling red dress shone. The lamp was dyed red from the reflection of the dress. The whole atmosphere was red and jubilant as if the heavens had given their blessing for the pair to have their happily ever after.
The heavens were likely unsatisfied with me and Hendrix's wedding vows during our wedding. That would explain why we had to endure so many hardships in the last decade of our marriage.
At the thought of that, I unconsciously looked at the mirror and laughed at the thought of a materialist actually believing in ghosts and gods for a wedding dress.
"Arianna, you're stunning," Freya's tone carried a hint of jealousy as she stood beside me.
A woman's love for beauty was unmatched. Listening to her say those words with admiration on her face, I noticed that our outfits were drastically different. Hers was thin and more of a lighter material while mine was much grander compared to hers.
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