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I see my Adaline sitting in front of the dresser fixing her platinum pink locks as a worthy flower crown is decorated in her hair, perfectly woven like stars in the night sky in her locks. The three-panelled mirror does her justice as though the slight dim-lit room the light source of the oil candle does take a second hesitation to capture the best it can to illuminate her features as the three panelled mirror tries to catch up in attempting to capture every angle of her.

I only smile as I look to see her favourite dress on her, her wedding dress. 

Our infamous 'home' scent of sweet-smelling candles marinates the room as I approach her from behind.

"Why are you dressing up?" I tease.

My Adaline only puts down the brush as she looks through the mirror to see my face.

"Don't you know? It's a special occasion," she replies.

"Is it my birthday?"

"No," she shakes her head as I let a soft chuckle escape my lips.

"Well, it's not yours, it's not our anniversary, what is it then?" 

Adaline only looks at me as she stands up.

"As I said, an occasion," she restates as she walks out the door. 

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