The room smelled like rose mist and warm vanilla. Riviana stood in front of the mirror, delicately adjusting the baby pink mini dress that clung to her curves like satin poured over skin. A soft, full-sleeved crop coat hugged her shoulders, matching her vibe with elegance. Her pearl necklace rested above the gold mangalsutra, the nuptial chain shining against her heart. A light layer of makeup painted her glow: nude lipstick, fluttery lashes, and the red line of sindoor perfectly tracing her center parting.
With a tiny giggle, she spun on her YSL heels, twirling like a child, her long black waves flowing behind her.



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