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Well, the time has finally come. The day I’ve dreamt of my entire life was here at last. I was about to become Mrs. Dr. Eric Reynolds. I loved the sound of that. I couldn’t wait to get my new checks in the mail with my new name printed right above my new address.
Eric and I are moving out to Howard County. It’s a quiet little suburb of Baltimore. I’m a city girl myself.
“Hold still.” That was my little sister, Epiphany—5-foot-2, short, black bob, and chunky. She was standing over me doing my makeup. I kept her and my mother close to me just in case I needed a little support even though I knew I would be fine. I was born to be a bride, unlike my two sisters.
Speaking of sisters, I’m so glad, Kyle—5-foot-8, blonde, pale white, plumped lips, and liposuctioned all over—was nowhere in sight. I couldn’t stand to look at her or her wigs today, so I made sure she stayed nice and busy far away from me. It made her feel important that I gave her so much to do on my special day. She would probably be crushed if she knew I kept her busy to make sure she stayed out of my way. I didn’t want any of her bitterness, awkwardness, or man hating-ness to rub off on me. Not today, anyway. This day was all about me, me, me. Not her or her botched boob job or caked-on foundation.
I laughed to myself, thinking of just how hateful I can be at times, but who cares? It wasn’t like I was saying any of these harsh words to her face. Now don’t get me wrong, I plan to say all of what I’m thinking to her and more, but just not today. I’ll let her think her imperfections went unnoticed for the next twenty-four hours.
“Epiphany, I don’t want to look like Kyle. Pleaseeee don’t make me look like Kyle.”
Epiphany chuckled as she continued to run the makeup brush over my already flawless face. “Katie, just relax.”
Once Epiphany finally finished, she took a few steps back to admire her work. “You look beautiful.”
I turned and looked at myself in the mirror. Perfect! My dress, my hair, my skin . . . all of it was simply perfect, and I couldn’t wait for Eric to see me coming down the aisle. He’ll probably want to rip off my thirty-five hundred-dollar Vera Wang gown and take me right there on the altar. He finds me irresistible, and really, I can’t blame him. I gave myself a wink in the mirror as I thought, if I were him, I would marry me too.
I’m the lucky one, though. Whoever said, A good man is hard to find, was not joking! It seems like all the guys I’ve ever come across were either too old, too young, too gay, too married, or locked up for too long to make me happy. But not my Eric—he’s just right for me. No, actually he’s perfect for me and today, he’s going to make me his wife, so we’ll be perfect together.