
It was my day. I would like to be the fairest woman in the world, at least on that day.
Now I was in my dressing room, from where I was going to the church soon. I put on the wedding dress I had delicately chosen among tens of others. This dress didn’t have complicated ornaments but it was my style, because I always believes that “The simple, the best” and that “Simple beauty lasts longer”. I walked in front of the mirror, in which I saw such a beautiful girl that suddenly I could not believe that it was me.
In the train chiffon wedding dress, with my hair neatly tied up into a bun behind me, I was as elegant as a white swan, and as pure as a white lily. The strapless design appropriately displayed my smooth and spotlessly ivory shoulders, and the emperor waist design concealed my stomach that was a little bit flabby. I looked slim and lender in the white dress. Besides, the chiffon was so light that I felt quite comfortable with it. I walked some steps and turned around. The train followed smoothly, like the fishtail of a mermaid.
My bridesmaid, also my best friends, all gasped with admiration at me. I could see envy in their eyes. To a girl, the other girls’ envy might be what she feels most proud of. That day I was the focus of eye sight. I would like to show only my beauty to everyone. I would like to be a perfect bride. The dress made all these come true. The dress fit so well on me that I suddenly felt that the girl in the mirror must be a princess. Yes, I was a princess that day, to be married to my prince and then live a happy life ever since.
