Her outfit was supremely ravishing, gleaming, sparkling in the soft moonlight, out on the balcony of the hotel. She’d been beautiful the whole day and night, since she woke up this morning, though I hadn’t seen her until 3pm, standing at the other end of the aisle.
Her hair was uncharacteristically done up in a beautiful braid, but I prefer her like this, out of its ties and clips, and flowing l...