A Wedding doesn't really take place in a church, the wedding is the entire day and everything that goes with it and, ultimately, the bedding.īut no, I can't talk about that now, I need to tell this story right. I stood in front of three tall mirrors, a screen against the world so the only eyes staring back at me were my own sea-green pair I admired myself a little, despite my apprehensions for the day, it was just one of a thousand different thoughts buzzing round my skull. I was pale, I thought, but in a nice way, soft like the morning light. I was thin, maybe too thin, but I liked it that way. My hair, a chocolatey sweep which would be called a Pixie Cut on a girl. Well, pretty average, 6 inches, barely mattered to me. Over my shoulder, I saw a door open and my older brother's ex-girlfriend, Katherine, walk in, a couple inches shorter than me at 5"7' and blonder than a Princess. ![]() Twice as pretty too, I was sure, though the attraction was purely aesthetic - I was gayer than a twisted rainbow. ![]()
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