Samantha Skylar Wright
"Okay, you're all ready to go," my makeup artist tells me as she spins me to see myself in the mirror. I look at myself. "Wow," is all I can string together. Leanna laughs, "you're welcome." She walks over to a box and hands it to me. I open it and see my heels. They're just as pretty as I remembered. I put them on.
I stand up and make my way to the doors I have to walk through. My breath grows uneven. These are the steps to the rest of my life, I say to myself.
Butterflies emerge in my stomach as I stare at the scene in front of me. Nothing could compare to this moment. I stare at my pack members who are all smiling vivaciously at me, I can't help but smile back. The rose petals on the floor drag along with my dress, but I don't care. I am happy.
My hair tic
