Glancing into the mirror in front of her, Narcissa smiled. Twirling around in front of the reflective surface, she looked in awe of herself. Call her conceited if you must (as many had already), but she knew that she looked beyond lovely. To put it simply, the only word she found to describe herself was extravagent. In her mind, she mirrored perfection itself with a little more 'oomph'. Everyone deserved to have their perfect wedding day, and she knew she was going to have hers. Thanks to my beta, Midna!