I beamed at the reflection in the mirror. There stood a girl with long, curled, mocha hair, tall slender figure, a slightly uncomfortable tight dress, and green eyes. Then I finally processed in my brain that that girl in the mirror is me. Nikki Maxwell. And soon to be Nikki Roberts in less than an hour.
"OH MY GOODNESS! You look absolutely beautiful, sweetie," my mother barged in, interrupting my trance. After her followed Brianna, as always on her phone texting God knows who.
"You look nice, Nikki," she said, not looking up from the screen.
"Brianna Lynn-"Mom gave her the get-off-the-phone stare.
"Ok, ok, fine," she put it in her purse pocket and gave me a sort of genuine smile.
"Honey, I wanted to give you something that I hope you will treasure forever," she held out a cute little white box. She pulled out an exquisite gold necklace that had an angel charm at the end.
"All the woman in the Maxwell family have worn this on their wedding day to signify true love and kindness. I want you to have it," she wrapped the necklace around my neck. I was this close to completely bursting in tears. But mom beat me to it.
"Mom, if you start crying, I'm going to start too which will ruin my makeup," I stated sweetly.
"Oh you're right. I'm just being a bit emotional. I just can't believe my little Nikki is finally getting married," she wiped away a happy tear and sniffled. Then she clapped her hands.
"Alright, we need to move it along. You two do some sister chatting. I need to check on the food, guests, and your father. I worry that he might've gotten lost going to the bathroom," she strutted out of the room leaving Brianna and I alone.
"So, after 6 years of going out, this is the big day," Brianna exclaimed, pulling out her phone again.
"Yeah. I mean I'm super excited and all but a part of me just wants to chicken out and call the whole thing off," I admitted.
"You better NOT do that. Mom spent 8 months getting this all together and imagine the money that was spent. I don't understand why you feel so nervous. You should be ecstatic to finally marry Brandon," she explained, while popping her minty white gum.
"Of course I'm not gonna do that. It's just nerves," I slipped off my shoes that were killing my feet.
"You got anything planned for tonight with Brandon?" She slyly remarked. I just rolled my eyes at her innuendo. I was NOT going to be talking about this with my 12 year old sister. After a good 30 minutes of getting everything finalized, it was time.
"It's time! Brianna, sit down next to your Aunt Mabel," Mom ordered.
"MOM! Why couldn't I be part of the wedding lineup?" Brianna nagged.
"You are too old to be a flower girl and too young to be a bridesmaid," Mom explained probably for the thousandth time. All Brianna did was growl and walked all the way to the courtyard. Mom quickly fixed my veil and handed me these divine white lilies. She swept a strand of loose hair out of my face and smiled. I smiled back, knowing that Mom was on a verge of tears.
Next thing I know, I was walking down the aisle with everyone standing looking at me with the deepest admiration. But I didn't pay attention to them. The only thing I was looking at was his beautiful hazel eyes staring into mine.
