Three months later
I'm standing before the full length mirror in our bedroom, my eyes barely focusing on my reflection. My heart is pounding excitedly and my hands are somehow clammy with sweat.
I focus on the mirror for a second and the reflection makes me blink. My wedding gown flows to the chestnut floor and the silky satin glitters in the light.
My arms are bare since the gown is sleeveless and I'm clutching a bouquet of pink jasmines. My hair has been made into a low bun and tendrils are falling on either side of my face, encasing it perfectly.
My make-up is on point, thanks to the artist who is way too qualified for her work and my face sort of looks like it belongs to a Barbie doll.
"Can i have a chance at the mirror?" Meg, who is my maid of honour, asks me w
