Selma Payne's POV:
The moonlight shone upon Avril's beautiful face, making her look like an angel sculpted out of white clouds by the God of Forging.
I held the bright flowers and helped her hold her wedding dress from behind. I asked softly, "Are you still nervous?"
"At a time like this, it's very calm," she said with a smile. "I've already been nervous about what I should be during the day. Now, I can only feel joy and happiness."
The girls cheered.
Avril's parents came to lead their daughter into the venue. Seeing her daughter's unconcealed joy, Avril's mother choked and said, "In my impression, you're still a little girl. In the blink of an eye, you'll get married."
"Mommy..." Avril's eyes reddened.
"Alright, the ceremony is about to begin. Don't ruin your makeup with your tears." Avril's father tried to stop his daughter from crying, even though he had tears in his eyes.
