ZOE’S POV
Today was my wedding day and instead of feeling happy butterflies, I felt panicked flutters.My reflection stared back at me, the woman in the mirror looked flawless, airbrushed, like someone who belonged on a bridal magazine cover. She didn’t look like me.
I’m sure most women have at one point dreamt of the day they finally get to marry the love of their lives. I’ve dreamt of this moment since sophomore year, since the day Liam slid a promise ring on my finger and said he couldn’t wait to make me his wife. I used to imagine my face glowing with happiness, my heart swelling with pride.
But right now, I felt nothing. No glow. No pride. Just a strange hollowness in my chest and a tightness in my throat that felt like it might choke me.
The makeup artist had outdone herself, swe
