Elena

　　A flutter at my bedroom door gets my attention, and I see Mirabelle saunter in with a beaming smile on her face. This makes me want to break down, and I feel light at the same time; everyone is expecting me to be okay with this, but I am not. I know this needs to be done, but yet again I am everyone's second choice.

　　"Elena, darling!" she exclaims, taking in my wedding attire with her eyes filling up with unshed tears. "You look beautiful, my dear. This ...