❝ 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐒 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐔𝐍𝐙𝐄𝐋 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓- ❞
∘◦ ♡ ༉━━━ We all have been told this tale ever since we were little - the story of a brave prince who rescued a girl imprisoned in a tower by an evil sorceress. Many think of thi...
Italic words are either thoughts, flashbacks or spoken in Spanish
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Sunday morning, the day of the wedding. Miki sat silently in the dressing room, staring at her reflection in the mirror. Her fluffy hair was done up in an elegant bun, and she was wearing a white wedding gown.
The late fall morning in Spain was misty, almost hazy. It was eleven o'clock in the morning. The makeup artist and stylist have already left. The ceremony was set to begin in two hours, and she has been receiving wedding gifts in the meantime. Unlike those weddings she's seen on TV, she will be walking down the aisle with her groom. Her grandparents didn't want to go with the idea of a family member 'giving her away,' after all, there was nothing to give away. Despite the quelling pain in her chest, she had managed to convince herself it was all the excitement suppressed excitement to be attending a wedding for the first time.
Taking a deep breath, sucked in a quick breath and rested her chin on her fists merrily. "What should I do after this?" She wondered out loud, eyes trailing up to the concrete ceiling with her legs swinging around like a child's. "Maybe I could start applying for jobs at production companies, or should I finish high school? Now that I will be taking a different name, I could go to any school in Madrid."
