Claire's POV
"Are you sure this dress looks okay, Olivia?"
I anxiously tugged at the wedding gown and stared nervously at my reflection in the mirror. Damn, my waist still looks a bit bulky.
"Am I the only one who thinks this dress makes me look fat?"
"Yes, my dear Luna."
Olivia, who had already helped me change into the third wedding dress, rolled her eyes at me. "You look absolutely stunning, Claire. You're just experiencing a common condition called pre-wedding anxiety."
As she spoke, Olivia lifted the large train of my dress to prevent Kitty from stepping on it.
"Don't believe me? Ask Kitty! Kitty, do you think Claire looks beautiful?"
Caught off guard, Kitty turned around, holding a flower basket slung over her shoulder. It was empty of petals, but she already looked as cute as a doll.
Oh, how I wished my first child would be a girl as adorable as her! I silently prayed to the Moon Goddess.