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Adelyn Laurent; the only child to the rulers of the French Mafia. Treated nothing less than a princess her whole life, she dreamt of travelling the world, escaping her father's strict gaze and starting her very own French Patisser...
"Adelyn you look perfect," Lia breathes out, looking me as I watch myself in the mirror.
"You look absolutely perfect," Val smiles warmly at me, "I would give you a hug but we worked so hard on getting your dress right," she adds with a nervous laugh.
I smile weakly in response, my gaze fixated on my reflection. My eyes travel down the girl staring back at me as my breath is taken away yet again at the sight of my dress. It really is perfect, even if this wedding isn't.
Her wedding dress:
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My hair's curled and falls loosely down my back, standing out against my tanned skin.
I finally turn to face Lia and Val, both looking equally as gorgeous in their bridesmaid dresses.
Lia and Val's dresses:
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I let them choose their dress and they chose the most basic one in the dress shop because they didn't want to "upstage" me.
We all turn our heads as we hear a knock on the door, "Entrer" I call out, and I'm met with the beaming face of my Father.
He looks at me with nothing but pride in his eyes, and I feel my stomach drop; "You look parfaite [perfect], my daughter," he says softly, "And now it is time for me to walk my little girl down the aisle,"
