EMILY
Four months later March 27
I stare blankly at myself in the wide mirror. We have the opulent Presidential suite for three blissful nights. The magnificent room is in the same hotel that has the large ballroom we rented for the wedding. I can't believe today is my wedding day. I know it was fast, but at the same time, it feels as if I've been waiting forever to marry the love of my life. I blink, feeling my eyes starting to crest with tears.
London huffs, griping at me, "Girl, don't you dare cry and mess up your face. You look beautiful but I can't fix red-rimmed eyes! Plus you don't want mascara dripping on that enormous dress of yours."
I gaze at my reflection once more, taking in the beautiful hand-stitching and lace on my dress. This dress was designed specifically for me. I
