The bridesmaid dresses were custom-made, all in a uniform rose pink tulle. When Su Yeliu saw these styles, she felt internally devastated.
She always considered herself a tomboy, and such girlish bridesmaid dresses really didn't suit her. Liao Ling, holding a bouquet of daisies wrapped in white silk, handed the bridal bouquet to Qiao Xiaren and smiled, "Our bride looks amazing in the wedding dress, it's just perfect!"
"Exactly, so beautiful."
Qiao Xiaren gave a light smile, watching as the makeup artist and stylist entered, planning to style her. She quietly gazed at herself in the mirror, the pure, soft wedding dress seemed to be bathed in a glow under the sunlight.
This young face carried a kind of calm serenity that had settled in.
In this life, she was truly getting married.
This sacred and solemn feeling made the bridesmaids realize that the task ahead was significant.
