In the distance Angela could hear Mrs French playing the electric piano off key. Staring into the mirror, She twisted her engagement ring. Her tiara was slightly askew. Her mother adjusted the glittery headpiece. Angela’s veil framed her face in gauzy waves.

“Simply beautiful baby. Everything is going wonderfully. This wedding will be the event of year. Let me help you with Grammy’s pearls,” her mother said.

The necklace felt cold on her throat. Remembering Angela choked and then she coughed from embarrassment. Auntie Nan fetched Angela a glass of sparkling cider. Flash burst before her eyes. Her wedding photographer took a few more candid shots. Angela remembered to smile.

Maryann needed a safety pin. Sarah went to corral the flower girls. The reek of hairspray made Angela’s belly clench. Or maybe it was the bridal gown bodice. The unforgiving boning jabbed at her ribs with every breath. Someone was touching her chignon. Someone handed her the bouquet, her favorites hydrangeas and irises.

Leaning closer mom wished in her ears.

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**“I know what is wrong, baby,” mom said. **

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**Angela’s eyes grew rounder. She squeezed her mother’s hands. **

**** “Don’t worry baby. Just focus on deep breathing. Loving your husband for the first time will be special. God has blessed this union. You were made for him.”

A strong knock at the door interrupted them. It was Dad. He was nervous as a cat. It was time. Alan was waiting with pastor Gardner in front of everyone she loved. It was all too late.

“I know Alan would never hurt you.”

Her legs quaked beneath the layers of tulle. Mrs French launched into a rough semblance of the wedding march. Angela smiled broadly. Even though she knew Alain already had.