Torrie20 minutes. 20 minutes before I’m Mrs. Pierson.
I grin at my reflection. Tilt my head so that I can confirm that the woman in the mirror is indeed me.
She looks too glamorous – like a movie star, too happy.
Her dress is white and gold, the top a cap-sleeve, golden sequin and jewel wonder, the skirt is a giant white and gold poof, spreading out princess-big.
It’s perfect, in a word. Hell, this day is already perfect and it’s hardly begun.
I lift my skirt once more to see the golden garter. We’re going to have fun with that tonight. My little $45 surprise for Gavin. Money well spent. It even has his name on it.
A knock on the door signals the end to my musing.
As I go to open it, I smile at my reflection one last time.
Hello, Mrs. Torrie Pierson.
At the door is Maria Fernanda.
