EMILY'S POV
At ten thirty, my mother returned with her comrade of beauticians and florists.
"Time for final touches Emily darling." She announced, ushering Clara back in.
"Oh, look at you my love. You look perfect, absolutely perfect and stunning." She praised her face brimming with happiness.
I stared at my reflection, the woman in the mirror smiled. It looked real.
"Emily?" My mother tilted her head. "Are you alright? You seem... distant."
"I'm fine, Mother." I smoothed the silk of my skirt. "Just taking it all in."
She nodded, satisfied. "It's a big day. The biggest, when your father and I married, I thought my heart would burst." Her eyes grew soft, distant.
"He looked at me like I was the answer to every question he'd ever asked."
I looked at her. Really looked. "Did you eve
