Chapter Thirteen: Wedding day Clutter
I screamed in panic as I froze, fear gripping me. "Stop! Stop right now! Please do not continue!"
The tires screeched against the pavement as the driver rapidly applied the brakes and quickly reversed back. I leaned forward, trying to take in what had just happened, my breath shallow, my heart racing.
I did not recognize the car in front of us, the one shining with ribbons and flowers, as the real wedding car until we were safely a few feet back. It is exquisitely decorated and embodies joy and celebration.
Conversely, our car was plain and unassuming ___, just what Donald had wanted. When I saw the car in front of us, I became envious and began to question everything about our hasty wedding today. The car was not decorated, but my outfit was worth
