Mathew.

Once she got fully ready. Twirling in front of the mirror.

She checked her dress, her makeup, and her hair for like the millionth time. Fussing over every detail to make sure it was perfect.

And I did the same. Straightening my own shirt and tie.

But to be honest, she took way longer. Adjusting and re-adjusting.

"You look stunning, Viola-seriously, like a dream. Turn around one more time," I said. Admiring her.

I linked my arm to her arm securely. Strode out of the room ...