When Celeste saw herself in the mirror, she couldn't quite recognize the girl she saw. It almost felt as if she was existing inside someone else's skin, someone she felt comfortable being in. Her dress, which was not the one she chose but one that Tiel had chosen for her instead, was an exquisite masterpiece of ivory lace and delicate embroidery, with intricate floral motifs, adorned with shimmering pearls and beads tracing the graceful neckline.
She had brought her own, but they told her Tiel had ordered this one. Unable to reject it, she wore it instead. So beautiful—she didn't know what she was thinking, buying the simple, plain white dress Mina had convinced her would suit her best.
This, combined with the diamond necklace and tiara over her long white veil, was almost ethereal.
