˗ˏˋ꒰ 🦋 ꒱ - ̥۪͙۪˚┊❛ 𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 ❜┊˚ ̥۪͙۪◌
╰┈➤ ❝ [(𝗇.) The Italian word for 𝗟𝗼𝘃𝗲.]
❝If time were governed by Eros, I would stay in your arms forever. If time answered only to lovers, I would never leave your side. The seconds pass by slower when...
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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍: Wedding of the century
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EDEN ENTERS ALICE'S ROOM, helping Bella prepare. They decided to start the day early and check if everything was set and ready to go. Bella sat in front of the vanity mirror as Alice began to gush, with Cordelia seated at the end of their bed, observing.
"What did Eden say about beauty sleep?" Alice scolds her as she pats down some concealer under Bella's baggy eyes. Eden just got her wedding dress out of the closet and started smoothing the wrinkles out of the beautiful satin fabric.
