Thirteen
Shelby
I can’t believe we’re getting married today. When we told our parents, they were ecstatic. Apparently, as soon as they got over their initial shock at our relationship, they realized how awesome it would be if their kids were together. No fighting over which family to spend the holidays with, or which grandparents get the grand kids for the weekend. It’s pretty much a win for everyone involved.
I sigh as I look at myself in the mirror, admiring the gorgeous dress I managed to find over the course of the crazy busy last twenty-four hours. Mom comes up behind me, adjusting my veil. “Oh, honey. You look so beautiful,” she says, wiping away a tear.
“Please don’t do that, Mom. If you start crying, I’ll start crying, and I’ll screw my makeup up.”
“Okay, okay. No crying. I’m just so happy for the two of you, honey.”
I smile. “Me, too. These Andrews men are really fast workers, aren’t they?”
She laughs. “They sure are, honey. Now, let’s go get you married!”
I take her hand and walk toward Roman, imagining our lives together. I can’t wait.