I stood in front of a tall mirror, its edges carved with swirls and twirls that made it look like it had been taken out of some fairy tale. The glass was so clear, almost as if it wasn’t even there. 

I couldn’t help but stare at the girl in the reflection. That was me with my red hair pinned up in curls, my green eyes sparkling back at me. My make-up was perfect, not too much, just enough to make me feel as if I was a princess, and that this was my special day.

My dress, oh, ...