Finding the perfect wedding dress
The sunlight streaming through the grand windows of Leora's castle had a way of making everything feel larger than life.
The golden rays bounced off the polished floors and bathed the halls in a warm glow, as if the very walls were celebrating the day. Or maybe I was projecting, given the whirlwind of emotions swirling inside me.
I stood in the entrance hall, smoothing out the fabric of my dress nervously as Leora emerged, her fiery red hair catching the light. Her purple eyes sparkled with mischief, and I immediately regretted asking for her help.
"This is going to be so much fun," she declared, clapping her hands together.
"I'm trusting you to keep this reasonable," I said, raising an eyebrow.
Leora's laugh was light and teasing as she looped her arm through mine. "Oh, sweet Aeliana, have I ever done anything reasonable in my life?"
"Exactly my point."