Midnight Bride’s Reflection



She stood before the antique mirror, black lace clinging like a second skin, the veil whispering against her long dark hair.
Pale freckles dusted her cheeks beneath smoky eyes and black lipstick as she raised her phone, capturing the moment she became a bride of the night.
Soft light kissed the corset’s curves and the sheer tulle that floated around her.
In the glass she saw not just a reflection, but a promise sealed in shadows and silk—elegant, untamed, and entirely her own.

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