Giselle's mind was all over the place on the morning of June the fourth; just one taon and six months to the araw since she had met Robert; the pag-ibig of her life.
"Giselle! You 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 she was dressed in was strapless, and as it went down to the waist, the palda 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 pasko her father had ibingiay her a sketch...