“Look at you,” mom murmured , a gasp escaping her as she adjusted my veil and looked adoringly at my reflection.

I smiled, a rosy glow coming to my cheeks.

“You’re beautiful,” she sighed, contented that her work had met with success.

I raised my dark lashes and peered into the full-length mirror. When I looked into the mirror, even I took in a breath; a lovely young woman stood before me, her flowing white veil melting into the full skirt of her snowy dress. The long, puffed sleeves, the pearl jewelry, the curled, raven tresses—all was stunning! All was angelic! No, that lady couldn’t be me…except that she was and she was getting married today. A fluttery sort of feeling flew about my stomach at the thought.

“Bella, are you alright?” Mom asked as she touched my arm in concern.

“Oh, um, yeah, I’m fine. It’s only the excitement getting to me,” I smiled again

She nodded understandingly. “It’s nearly time. Are you ready?”

I nodded and took one final look in the mirror. When I looked in the mirror, I saw a bride. And I would remember her forever.