My heart was fluttering as I stood in front of the mirror, my hair and make-up done to perfection, Genevieve behind me, fixing my veil in my hair. I had always thought that my wedding day would look very different from this. I pictured something very flashy but elegant. I would be in my mother's wedding dress, and my father would be walking me down the aisle. Mother would be crying, and my brothers would tell me the getaway car was ready if I needed it. When I pictured my wedding day, it was nothing like this. But when I pictured it, everything was different. My parents were alive, my mother wasn't having a secret affair, and I never imagined eloping and lying on the paperwork.
Everything is not how I had imagined, but it is better. Now that I am older, and have seen the lie that my pare
