You Look Good
The morning light filtered through the curtains of Ellen's hotel room as she lay in bed, savoring the rare moment of peace. Today was a day to relax and recharge before the wedding party in the evening.
The anticipation of the evening ahead was building, but for now, she focused on relaxing. As the afternoon turned into evening, Philip had sent a team of stylists to help her get ready for the wedding party. They moved around her quickly and efficiently, each one dedicated to ensuring she looked perfect for the event. Ellen thought it was a bit too much, but Philip had insisted. "We're in Paris," he had said with a reassuring smile. "Of course, you need to doll up."
Ellen sighed, reminding herself that Philip was right. She didn't want to embarrass Mason, and looking her best was the least she could do. As the stylists worked their magic, she was both excited and nervous. She had never been the center of so much attention before, except perhaps on her wedding day.