I was trying to make myself late again. I was currently standing in the middle of my closet as I tried to decide what I should wear, or rather, I was trying to make Josephine, who was supposed to help me get ready, think I was trying to figure out what I wanted to put on, which was a lie.

I was not thinking of what I would wear because, in the end, I would grab the first outfit my fingers touched. Instead, I was trying to make myself believe that I was getting married today.

My wedding was ...