IRIS
A year goes by so fast when you are happy and occupied that you don't realize it.
I stood in front of the full-length mirror in the master bedroom ready for my mating ceremony. The dress was cream colored, simple, with delicate lace sleeves that fell to my wrists. My mom had helped me pick it out a month ago after Ronan had finally made his proposal. We had spent the whole day together, just the two of us, going from one boutique to the next, trying on dresses and talking about nothing and everything. It had been the first real mother-daughter thing we had ever done. We were just two women in a dressing room, laughing at the ones that were too much and sighing over the ones that were almost right. And when I finally found the perfect dress and stepped out to show her, she had presse
