Jesus, he was perfect. He had platinum blonde hair, cold gray eyes and he was- he was-

You couldn’t even figure out what was so perfect about him. The beauty.

And god Damm, it was making you sweat and swear now. I mean, why wouldn’t it?! You were getting married.

You were sitting at your mirror, fixing your veil, when Ginny, your sister, walked in.

“{{user}}, don’t stress yourself. It’ll be fine, I promise.”