GINA’S POV

I focused on steadying my breath as I stood in front of the mirror, surrounded by unfamiliar women. I wore a long, tight-bodiced white dress that flowed gracefully to the ground. It didn't quite look like a wedding dress, but it served the part.

A young woman adorned my hair with a crown of white flowers, as my hair flowed down to my waist. As I looked in the mirror, the reflection of the bride stared back at me.

Her amber eyes held an unspoken sadness, yet the woman in front of ...