She opens her eyes as the wind blows softly from her window.

She gazes upon her

immaculate white dress, gently touches its ornate bodice and admires it as though it is
the first time she did it. Flowers filled her boudoir with the sweetest scent. She watches
herself on the mirror and beams as she is one exquisite-looking bride. Slipping into her
dress, she is relieved that it perfectly fits. She steps into her shoes and takes a deep
breath. She closes her eyes and says a little prayer. Had he not demised, today they
would have been their happiest.