Giselle's mind was all over the place on the morning of June the fourth; just one tahun and six months to the hari since she had met Robert; the Cinta of her life.
"Giselle! anda look pretty!"
Giselle was pulled from her thoughts as she looked at Morgan. She smiled and then looked at her appearance in the mirror. The gaun she was dressed in was strapless, and as it went down to the waist, the skirt flowed out a bit. Made out of white satin, her wedding dress was one of the most beautiful creations she had ever laid eyes on.
Morgan had designed the gown. At Krismas her father had telah diberi her a sketch...