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I felt a lump form in my throat, but this time, it was not from uncertainty or fear. Instead, it was a swell of honor and gratitude. To wear my mother’s gown on my special day felt like a beautiful tribute to her memory, a way to connect with her even though she was no longer physically with us.
“Father,” I replied, my voice soft yet resolute, “I would be honored to wear my mother’s gown. It holds so much meaning, and it feels like a way to have her presence with me on my wedding day.”
He smiled warmly, his eyes glistening with emotion. “You’ve grown into a remarkable woman, Lilith, and I know your mother would be so proud of you.”
I was doing my best trying to hold back the tears, but that was an impossible feat. I could feel them streaming down my face, as my father walked over to me and embraced me.
“Be happy, my dear sweet child,” he whispered right into my ear.
“I love you, Father,” I whispered back, trembling in his arms.
It took us both a few moments to compose ourselves, then we could go on. I took the dress with me, my heart filled with a sense of purpose and joy. Walking through the castle's hallways, I felt a newfound connection to my mother, even though I had barely remembered her. It was as if her spirit was guiding me, encouraging me to embrace tradition while also forging my own path.
In Adrian’s arms, I found comfort and support, and I knew that he would stand by my side as we walked this journey together. Our love was a force that transcended time and tradition, and I knew that in wearing my mother's gown, I was not just honoring the past, but also celebrating the future we would create together.
Exactly three days later, I was standing in my room, gazing at the reflection of myself in the mirror. I could hardly believe that this gorgeous, mesmerizing woman was me. As I stood before the mirror, I couldn’t believe my eyes. The wedding gown that once belonged to my mother now graced my figure, and the sight left me breathless. The delicate lace and intricate details accentuated my womanly curves, making me feel like a vision of beauty and grace.
I gently ran my fingers along the soft fabric, feeling its rich texture against my skin. The gown seemed to embrace me, as if it had been waiting all these years to be worn again. It fit perfectly, like it was meant for me. I smiled as I noticed the gown’s long sleeves that gently covered my arms. They added a touch of elegance to the overall look, and I imagined myself gliding through the ceremony with a sense of grace and poise.
As I turned, the gown swirled around me, creating a magical moment that left me feeling like I was living in a fairytale. The beautiful honey-colored waves of my hair cascadeddown my shoulders, adding to the enchanting aura that surrounded me. I couldn’t help but notice my curves, and for the first time, I embraced them with pride. The gown hugged my waist in a way that made me feel confident and beautiful. It was a reminder that beauty came in many forms, and I felt a sense of empowerment knowing that I could be my true self on my wedding day.
In this gown, I saw not just a bride but a woman who had grown, who had experienced love and loss, and who had found happiness in the arms of her beloved. My heart swelled with gratitude for the journey that had brought me here. As I looked at myself in the mirror, I saw more than just a reflection. I saw a woman who was ready to embark on a new chapter of her life with the man she loved. The gown was not just a symbol of tradition, but a representation of the love and commitment Adrian and I shared.
At that moment, just as I was daydreaming, the door burst open, and Adrian showed himself. His eyes widened in awe at seeing me like this. The way he stared at me, hungry and in love at the same time, made me feel a jolt of excitement.
“Lil…” he said my name in a way he’d never said it before.
I frowned playfully. “You just brought us bad luck, you know.”
A playful smile tugged at his lips as I teased. “You mean, it’s bad luck for the groom to see the bride before the wedding?”
“Exactly,” I pointed out playfully. “Now, go away and pretend like you didn’t see me.”
“Impossible,” he shook his head. “Have you seen the way you look?”
“I have,” I smiled. “I look nice.”
“Nice doesn’t even begin to cover it,” he corrected me, pulling me closer to him, so I could feel his masculine scent rubbing onto me. “You are a goddess. Besides, I don’t believein superstitions. Nothing could ever keep me away from you, especially not a silly old tradition.”
As he stared right into my eyes, my heart was full of love for this man… this vampire who had come exactly at a time when I needed him the most and he changed everything. His unwavering presence had been a guiding light, showing me that there was hope even in the darkest of times.
“I can’t believe I get to marry you,” he said, his eyes filled with sincerity and love. “There was a time I didn’t believe that this would ever be possible. And yet, here we are.”
“I also can’t believe that I get to marry you,” I replied, unable to stop this avalanche of words and emotions. “You’ve brought so much happiness into my life, Adrian. Before you, I was ready to just relinquish control of my life, of my happiness to someone else, and I know that would have been such a wretched life. Now, with you by my side, I feel like the luckiest woman in the world.”
His hand reached for mine, and as our fingers intertwined, I felt a sense of completeness and belonging. With him by my side, I knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, we would face them together.
As the moments passed, we stood there, immersed in each other’s gaze, silently communicating a love that needed no words. In that intimate space, surrounded by memories of my mother and the anticipation of our future together, I knew that this was where I was meant to be. With Adrian, I had found my home, my anchor, and my heart’s desire. As we stood there, the outside world faded away, leaving only the two of us and the promise of our love.
“What do you say we get going?” he suggested.
“Yeah, I think that would be the best,” I chuckled. “They’re all waiting for us.”
“Maybe they could wait a little longer?” he asked mischievously, as he kissed me passionately on the lips. I laughed against his kiss, because he was tickling me around my waist.
“What… are you… doing?” I managed to ask him through chuckles and laughs.
He continued to do it for a few moments longer, then he stopped, looking at me.
