Giselle's mind was all over the place on the morning of June the fourth; just one anno and six months to the giorno since she had met Robert; the Amore of her life.
"Giselle! te look pretty!"
Giselle was pulled from her thoughts as she looked at Morgan. She smiled and then looked at her appearance in the mirror. The toga, abito she was dressed in was strapless, and as it went down to the waist, the gonna flowed out a bit. Made out of white satin, her wedding dress was one of the most beautiful creations she had ever laid eyes on.
Morgan had designed the gown. At Natale her father had dato her a sketch...
continue reading...
