“Are you excited? Your life’s about to change?”
I stare at myself in the mirror while my mother puts on my veil. She then leaves me to my thoughts and I realize I am in the room alone.
Am I ready? I’ve heard that girls dream about their wedding day. Some even have them planned. Which sounds ridiculous but its true. My best friend had every detail of hers planned and her wedding was exactly what she wanted. It was expensive, but exactly how she pictured it. She married last year, and I was her maid of honor. It was a beautiful wedding. She seems happy with Trent.
My wedding. Mine. Me getting married, hitched, tied down. However, you want to describe it. I never pictured myself getting married. Here I am about to walk down the aisle. When Robert proposed a year and a half ago my family was jubilant.
“He’ll take great care of you!”
“You’re so good together.”
I was so overwhelmed with everything. Dresses, flowers, food, cake, and pictures. There was so much. I was also not quite sold on getting married. I said yes to Robert because of the pressure. Mothers can be relentless when you reach a certain age. Mine felt that 30 was too old to be getting married. She wanted grandbabies!!!! Robert and I had been dating for 6 years.
“Its time Kat. You two have been together too long.”
So here I am. I should have said no or backed out but I’m a spineless asshole. There was a knock at the door.
“You ready Kat?” My dad spoke softly in the doorway.
“Give me a minute.”
“Ok. I will be waiting in the hall.”
I took a deep breath and tucked my phone in my dress.
I open the door slowly and peer out. My father is standing down the hall with his back to me to my right. I look left and see that there is a clear path. I hesitate and look back at my father. I calmly slip out of the room and go left.