The morning of my mother's wedding arrived with streams of golden sunlight filtering through my curtains. I woke before my alarm, my stomach fluttering with excitement and nerves. Today marked the beginning of a new chapter for my mother – and by extension, for me too.
"Elara, honey! They're here!" Mom called from downstairs, her voice pitched higher than usual with anticipation.
I rushed down to find three elegantly dressed women standing in our living room, surrounded by makeup cases and hair styling equipment. Luna Cassandra had insisted on sending her personal stylists to prepare us for the ceremony.
"Good morning," said the tallest of the three, extending her hand. "I'm Olivia, head stylist for Luna Cassandra. These are my assistants, Mia and Tara. We're here to make sure you both look absolutely perfect today."
Before I could respond, they whisked Mom and me to separate rooms. Mia guided me to the guest bedroom that had been converted into a temporary styling station.
