Chapter 25: Do You Get Cold Feet, My Bride?
The long-awaited day finally arrived.
Sitting opposite the vanity mirror, Lariette wore the sapphire teardrop gold earrings. She styled her luscious chocolate brown hair to a simple half-updo, letting the rest cascade behind her back.
Lariette wore the white dress she picked at Annelle Style. It was simple yet, the perfect one in her eyes.
The high neckline, connected with a gathered and slightly puffed top, covered her dainty neck. The semi-transparent balloon long sleeves of the dress added a refined vintage flair.
The matching white belt accentuated Lariette's slender waist. As she slowly rose from the vanity chair, the lower part of the dress cascaded down gracefully, and the hem fell just below her knees.
Curling up her red lips, Lariette's sapphire eyes glinted with anticipation.
"Time to meet my future groom."
Lariette brought along a handbag in a shade similar to Ruediger's blue suit. She opted for a pair of white kitten heels to finish her look.
Heading out of the apartment, Lariette's heart flooded with excitement. She initially thought she would feel more nervous about marrying a man she had just known but, she was not.
Perhaps, this heart-fluttering excitement would be a thousandfold if she actually harbored feelings for her groom.
Chuckling to herself, Lariette hurried to the lobby. Madeline had arrived, waiting for her there. Her friend offered to drive her to the courthouse.