"Miranda, breathe. You're looking a bit faint," Collins said, carefully adjusting the delicate veil nestled in Miranda's hair.
"I'm fine," Miranda insisted, despite her racing heart. "Just... taking it all in."
Noelle let out a small laugh while touching up Miranda's makeup with expert precision. "Taking in that in exactly thirty-seven minutes, you'll officially be Mrs. Nolan Shelton?"
"It sounds so... real when you put it that way," Miranda whispered, her fingers fidgeting with the lace on her dress.
"That's because it is real," Collins said with a gentle smile. "After everything you two have weathered to reach this moment, it better be."
Miranda studied her reflection. The wedding dress hugged her perfectly, and her hair fell in soft waves around her face. But inside, she felt a storm of emotions—not doubt, but the overwhelming weight of the moment's significance.
