Stella's POV
The morning had been an emotional whirlwind with my father, and after lunch, it was finally time to transform into a bride. Iris had expertly converted one of the many rooms in the sprawling house into a bridal preparation suite where the makeup artist and hairdresser worked their magic on me and the girls.
Standing before the full-length mirror, I caught my breath at my reflection. My dress was everything I'd dreamed of – delicate embroidered tulle that resembled intricate lace, fitted perfectly to mid-thigh before gracefully flaring into a subtle mermaid silhouette. The V-neckline complemented the thin straps and open back that dipped to the middle of my spine. The nude lining beneath gave the gown a soft off-white appearance rather than stark white.
