After the wedding, Abigail Hemsworth changed out of her wedding dress and needed to switch to another outfit for the wine toasts.
A red, form-fitting bride's wine toast gown, with a V-neck design revealing her fair and delicate collarbones, and a beautiful swan-like neck; her slender and supple waist seemed impossible to grasp, and her body's proportions exuded enviable perfection. Her hair was loosely curled at the nape, with styled waves cascading on her head like ripples in water, and the strands at her temples naturally hung down. Simple earrings adorned her tender earlobes.
The woman, already fair-skinned, looked as stark as snow against the red dress.
Abigail rarely wore such vibrant colors, and it now made her all the more striking.
The weather was already winter, so they draped a fur coat over her outside.
She had changed her clothes, but she didn't come out of the lounge.
"I'm tired; weddings aren't fun at all."
