On something so goddamn precious…
Taking a deep breath, I reach in and pull out Taylee’s holy roller outfit.
I blow a soft breath across the habit, then stand up with the veil and tunic in my hands.
I smile.
I can’t believe how much I can still see her wearing this fucking thing.
The very same thing I would taunt her about.
The one I would dare her to dress up in whenever she threatened me with a spanking.
And now, my little girl is going to become a bride too.
It seems only fitting that she wears the same thing Taylee did when she took her vows.