Wedding Day...

I stand in front of the mirror feeling like I'm in a fairy tale. My dress skirt is made of tulle and flows out all around me. The bodice is covered in light pink jewels, leaving my arms bare. The dress fits tight to my breasts, so I don't have to wear a bra. Only a small portion of cleavage peeks out. I know that's going to drive Loka crazy, but it only makes me smile.

He has done everything to make this day perfect for me. He even got my parents here somehow. They called me ...