#Chapter 422 – Wedding prep

Cora “Ella,” I sigh, turning to my sister, who is standing behind me with her hands clutched together, tears rimming her eyes, not breathing because she’s trying so hard not to burst into tears – “You look so beautiful!” she squeaks, and I can’t help but laugh because she looks like a little cartoon character, standing there, completely undone by the sight of me in a wedding gown. “Ells!” I laugh, taking a few steps towards her and reaching out my hands. “You can’t do this for every new dress!” “But you look so differently beautiful in each one!” she shouts, and then a sob breaks from her and she burries her face in her hands, letting loose. I burst into laughter at this, raising my own hands to my cheeks and taking a deep breath. “I’m sorry! I can’t help it!” she cries and I just shake my head, pulling my hands away and smiling as I turn to look at myself in the mirror. I mean, she’s not wrong – I look damn good in this sparkling white gown that hugs my body all the way to the