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"I'm very proud of you." My father always spoke gently. He was afraid of yelling. "I didn't think you would make it to this day." He laughed.
"Thanks, pop," I said. Getting ready in the mirror, putting on what was left of my foundation, I saw the door open to the bathroom. Zoey walked out, holding her bouquet in one hand and her dress in the other.
"Damn. That bathroom is rancid!" she cried. My dad turned around to scold her for swearing in a church. I kept looking on in the mirror, at the bored bridesmaids. They were all ready to go, wishing that I was, too.
I sighed and put down my blush brush. "I'm ready."
"Are you sure?" Katherine asked me, only to be hushed by the other bridesmaids.
And Anthony walked in. Everyone stared at him as he walked towards me, sitting in front of the vanity.
"It's bad luck for the groom to see the bride before the wedding."
He held a staring contest with me in the mirror. "I don't need luck. I know this is going to work out. You are the one." Way to make yourself into a cheeseball, Anthony.
"How sweet," I said. He came closer. And closer. And closer. And then he was next to my face in the mirror. And then I couldn't see the mirror. Just his face. Just his nose. Just the inside of my eyelids as my lips were pressed to his.
The bridesmaids and my father were still busy chit-chatting and talking about the open bar at the reception. I wouldn't be surprised if no one noticed Anthony even walking in. As fast as he came in, he was gone. Maybe that wasn't even real. Either way, I got up. I was finally ready to go down the aisle, even with the bad luck.

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"I'm very proud of you." My father always spoke gently. He was afraid of yelling. "I didn't think you would make it to this day." He laughed.
"Thanks, pop," I said. Getting ready in the mirror, putting on what was left of my foundation, I saw the door open to the bathroom. Zoey walked out, holding her bouquet in one hand and her dress in the other.
"Damn. That bathroom is rancid!" she cried. My dad turned around to scold her for swearing in a church. I kept looking on in the mirror, at the bored bridesmaids. They were all ready to go, wishing that I was, too.
I sighed and put down my blush brush. "I'm ready."
"Are you sure?" Katherine asked me, only to be hushed by the other bridesmaids.
And Anthony walked in. Everyone stared at him as he walked towards me, sitting in front of the vanity.
"It's bad luck for the groom to see the bride before the wedding."
He held a staring contest with me in the mirror. "I don't need luck. I know this is going to work out. You are the one." Way to make yourself into a cheeseball, Anthony.
"How sweet," I said. He came closer. And closer. And closer. And then he was next to my face in the mirror. And then I couldn't see the mirror. Just his face. Just his nose. Just the inside of my eyelids as my lips were pressed to his.
The bridesmaids and my father were still busy chit-chatting and talking about the open bar at the reception. I wouldn't be surprised if no one noticed Anthony even walking in. As fast as he came in, he was gone. Maybe that wasn't even real. Either way, I got up. I was finally ready to go down the aisle, even with the bad luck.