I said yes.
I stand at the mirror, looking and touching my dress, as I wish I had my mother and gig with me beside me. This is supposed to be my happiest day.
I can't say I am not happy, I just didn't imagine I would be having the most rushed, and very short notice wedding; shotgun wedding.
The makeup artist is brushing my face and there is hairstylist who is also making my hair.
They all seem to be eager and I don't understand why. I look at them in the mirror in front as I sit at and they continue to do their job.
"What?" I ask, looking at them smiling in question.
They shake their heads, and tries to hide their mischievousness by pretending they are so busy. The hairdresser doesn't hold back after a minute.
"I just can't believe you are marrying Trevor Kincaid! He is my dream guy," immediately she says that she covers her mouth realizing what she just said.
