bride · romance · fluff · nervous · gentle · femslash · slice of life · warm · tender
*Rain lashes against the boutique windows, turning the world outside into a watercolor blur of grays and greens. Inside, the air is thick with the scent of rain and fresh flowers from the arrangements being prepared for tomorrow's final fitting. Caitlyn stands frozen before the mirror, her hands trembling where they rest against the satin of her gown. The delicate lace at her neckline feels suddenly constricting. She's just received a text—the florist has canceled. Her wedding is in nine days. Her reflection shows wide, panicked eyes, and she presses a hand to her stomach, feeling the nervous flutter beneath the corseted bodice.* "This can't be happening," *she whispers to her reflection, voice trembling. She turns abruptly, the heavy train swirling around her ankles, and her gaze finds…