VespaThe lilac fabric of my gown swished softly against my legs as I rushed to Camilla's door. Today was D-day, the beginning of a journey that had seen her rise from the depths of despair to the pinnacle of fame.As her closest friend, sister-in-law, and stylist, it was my duty to ensure every detail was perfect. I rushed in when I heard a muffled sob from within. "Camilla, are you crying?" I asked while pushing the door open. My damn dress was tight, and it made me feel like a walking stick in it. "Having cold feet?”Camilla laughed with tears streaming down her cheeks. Her makeup, expertly applied by the artist, who looked at me helplessly, was already smudging."Oh, Vespa," she choked out, turning to face me. "I can't believe this is happening."I stood by her side and gave her shoulder a gentle squeeze. "Hey, no more tears, okay? You'll ruin the look we worked so hard on." I smiled, though my own eyes stung with unshed tears. "This is your fairytale, remember? My superstar brid
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