Six months later
Everyone was running around to get ready for the wedding. My mom and Brenda helped me get dressed while Eliza, Denise, and Ivy finished up getting dressed in their bridesmaid dresses. "Can't I just wear pants and heels instead of this dress?" I asked looking at my reflection in the mirror while my mother fixed my hair. "You can't wear pants on your wedding day." My mother scolded. "And by the way, you look beautiful." Brenda said standing next to me while she looked at me through the mirror. She was like my own fairy-god-mother. She has been looking after me ever since I worked at the Diner, listened when I cried, and gave me inspiration when I needed it. My parents welcomed her with open arms into the family and made her a part of us. After they heard what she's done for
