The morning had passed in a blur of excitement and nerves. Annabelle had spent hours in preparation, but now, as she stood in the quiet of the bridal suite, the world seemed to hold its breath. Her reflection gazed back at her with the calmness of a woman ready to step into a new chapter. Her gown flowed around her like a whisper of silk and lace, hugging her frame before cascading to the floor in a delicate pool. The intricate beading along the bodice shimmered subtly under the light, while the fine lacework traced elegant patterns across her shoulders. It was a dress that seemed made for her, enhancing every graceful line.