I sigh as I open my parents' wedding album. It's hard to imagine tomorrow I am really moving out forever. That, that is going to be me in a couple of hours.
"Bianca where are you?" Mom calls. "The car is here." I close the album and rush down the stairs.
"I am coming." I grab Forever and head out the door.
"You got everything Mom?"
"Honey I got everything. Relax."
I take a deep breath and try to push the thought of me in front of 200 people in heels.
"Anyway will meet you right before everyone gets there okay." I nod letting out a shaky breath. "And Bianca just look beautiful and smile."
As the car starts I feel my stomach begin to bounce around, I start breathing shallow fast breaths. I have to open the window. I push the window button down but nothing happens. I feel my palms start to quake. I count from 50 backwards in my head. I wonder if it's too late for the bride not to show up. I don't know what is more terrifying the wedding or getting ready for it.
"Uh excuse me sir?" I call out in little puffs. I don't get a reply just a small nod on the review mirror. "How do I open my window?"
"We are almost there. No need to open the window." A gruff voice replies. I give him a puzzled look. When I drove out to the church with my parent the drive was almost 25 minutes long. We have been in the car for barely I5 minutes. But then again Mom never raced for the yellow lights.
Stop it! I tell my brain. No need to panic now.
To calm myself down I go over the detail of the church in my head. The detailed paintings that run up the walls and spread onto the ceiling. The way the paint is so light you' re sure it's going to float away. The way the candles flicker on the alter making the curtains look like they are dancing.
The car comes to a stop and I look out. I am surprised to find myself in a projects like area. There small square buildings and instead of cement the road in mud.
"I am sorry this has to be the wrong place." I stammer turning red. How could he have mistaken that I was going to get married here? Oh no what if he leaves me?
"Uh sir your not leaving me are you?"
"No we are just picking up someone." He says in his monotone voice. I give him a small painful smile. I don't remember anything about picking someone up.
The door across from me opens and I jump a little, not knowing what to expect. A small man enters with a briefcase. He catches my eyes. And I can't help but stare into his odd eyes, which are so pale the almost seem silver. He pulls something from his pocket. A small white handkerchief. And calmly reaches over putting it across my face, so naturally I almost don't notice what his doing.
