One of the happiest days for a woman should be her wedding day.
Well, I guess I'll have to discard that theory. Today is just another day in my life. From the farce I'm about to start to knowing that Ulyses is in Seattle, I'm on the verge of a new panic attack.
"We need more makeup to cover those dark circles."
I hear Selene talking to the makeup artist who arrived recently. She's with Luisa, who is putting the finishing touches on the bouquet that came with the dress. In the last few days, I haven't stopped looking over my shoulder.
Maybe I'm paranoid, but I don't want any unpleasant surprises.
I stay upright and keep a constant smile while they play dress-up with me. My hair ends in waves and shines in a way no one has ever managed before. I'm wearing a delicate headpiece that adds
