I stood up and approached a large cheval mirror on the opposite side of the bedroom, right across from the massive king-size bed. I thought it was an odd location for a mirror but maybe it’s been in that place since the castle was built and it remained there.
I looked at my reflection. Ainslee did a fabulous job. She enhanced my best features when applying makeup. My voluminous dark hair fell down my back in rich waves while my dark brown eyes were softly shadowed with sunset red colors and lips tempting with scarlet in contrast with my ivory skin and dark hair.
I felt like a beautiful, fragile stranger. The strapless, long dress curved around my body. It fit like a glove and so did the matching high heel shoes that only peeked when I took a step. The dress color of scarlet red roses complimented my skin and hair. I frowned at the comparison, a jab of pain at the memory of the last time I held scarlet red roses, as they lowered my baby and husband into the cold ground.
At least I’m not having a mental breakdown at those memories.The small praise at myself for keeping it together.
Pushing the memories away, I stared at the woman in the mirror I did not recognize one more time. Ainslee brushed my hair into silky thick waves and left it down. The only jewelry I wore was a butterfly ring on my left hand and my necklace with my wedding rings hanging off of it. The ring, Ainslee said, was McLaren jewelry and goes with the dress. I didn’t see how but I took a note not to lose it.
“Now let’s go knock everyone’s socks off,” she exclaimed with a happy gleam in her eyes. “Lachlan's will be all over you.”
She really should have at least some restraint when making comments!