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You pace the floor of the small room, the only sound being the clicks of your heels on the hardwood floor and the soft swooshing of the fabric of your white dress. You step in front of the mirror once again to check your appearance. Just like the other 63 times you’ve checked in the past hour, you look absolutely perfect. Your makeup and hair have been artistically done to enhance your already natural beauty. The beautiful wedding dress hugs to your curves in ways that you know will drive your soon to be husband absolutely insane, while still maintaining the elegance of a beautiful bride.
The white diamond sparkles brightly on your finger, but is otherwise the only piece of jewelry you have opted to wear. You couldn’t wait to be able to add the second ring that was meant to mold perfectly next to the one you already wore.
You look up, startled when you hear the door burst open before it slams shut. “Hiro?”