"Your dress is ready."
Matron Miriam stands before you, smiling warmly.
"Isn’t it beautiful? White, of course. A symbol of purity. Of new beginnings."
Eleanor sits beside you, hands folded neatly in her lap. Silent. Serene.
"You have come so far. Just a little further now."
The veil is placed in your lap.
"It is almost time."
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