Forty

I open my eyes again to find myself in a different place, a different room. Only this isn't my room. It seems more like a dressing room; clothes hang, and makeup is scattered everywhere. In front of me was a large mirror; I rose, seeing my reflection. My face has been painted with makeup, not too heavy, just enough to see my natural look. My hair was let down into beautiful curls and decorated with flowers. I see myself wearing a lovely wedding dress, a simple dress with a long sleeve lace illusion off the shoulder, revealing my cleavage.

"What the hell is going on?" I whisper, shocked and confused. I remembered waking up seeing my parents together and Dominic taking me to school, then we kissed...then here I am as a bride.

A soft knock had me flinch, looking back to find my mother dressed in a lovely silk satin midnight blue petite gown. Her makeup was light, and her hair was down as well. She entered the room looking like a goddess.

"Look at you," she gasps, and her eyes start to wa