A week had passed now, and the wedding was only two weeks away. Ara and Anne had been so busy with the preparations.
They both just finished speaking with the florist who was in charge of the flowers for decorating the square hall,
"I'll take my leave, My ladies. Everything will be as you said." The man bowed and left with his workers.
As the sisters were alone, Anne spoke, "Sister, I have sent a letter to lady Millicent about the wedding gown."
"Is that so?"
"Yes, you'll have to go there for the measurement, and if you don't like it, I've spoken to other shops in advance."
Anne was more thorough in the wedding planning than Ara had thought. She hoped Anne would always remain her beloved sister even after the marriage. She gazed at her with a bittersweet expression, and said,
"Thank you, Anne."
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