Wren and I had been pampered to within an inch of our lives. Pulled and prodded. Twisted and turned. While they did our hair and our make up. But, as the two of us now stood in front of a full length mirror within the room that we had been assigned I felt like my breath had been taken away.
We looked like something from a bridal magazine. Our dresses were almost like they came from the same collection ready to be modelled on the runway. They were heavenly. And we without question looked perfect.
