The bride's dressing room was a cocoon of soft elegance, bathed in the warm glow of vanity lights that cast delicate shadows across the walls.
Aeri stood beside Sara, her light blue dress shimmering faintly, her arms crossed with a curiosity, her gaze wandered, taking in the orderly space as a casual question slipped out.
"Oh, and where's Ezra? I don't see him," she said, her voice light as she glanced around. "Didn't you call him here earlier?"
Sara's eyes widened for a split second, a flash of panic crossing her face before she masked it with a quick, awkward smile. "Ezra…?" she muttered, her fingers twisting the fabric of her gloves. Her voice was too high, too hesitant, and she caught herself, clearing her throat.
Aeri tilted her head, catching Sara's reflection in the mirror, her brow quirking with curiosity. "Yeah, didn't you call him for something here?" she pressed, her tone still casual.
