On the Altar

Prologue

POV-Mystique, age 32.

"Crystal, no!" my mum screams as my best friend jumps up on my groom and rubs her bouquet of red roses and blush pink lilies on my to-be-husband's face.

Thing is, he's terribly allergic to roses.

You got it, it's my wedding day.

Yay.

But that doesn't explain why my maid of honor is dead-set on sending my husband to the ER.

Now, I'm Mystique Paris Watson, age 32.

But the most noteworthy thing in my life happened to me when I was 20.

I'm here, standing on the altar, experiencing the 'magic' I had dreamed about for almost all of my life.

But, a revelation by my nieces dearest, flipped all of this event on it's head 

Why has their mother's gone crazy? I'd tell you, but where's the fun in that?

I'll start from the beginning, when Christy announced something that changed all our lives for the better and worse.

Patience, folks.

I promise, it's worth it.