Epilogue
Mia looked at herself in the mirror, my traditional white wedding dress restricting my movement. She was getting married, and it was too late to stop it now. She wiped a tear off her cheek as she thought about Michael. He had decided not to go to Columbia after all after he got an acceptance letter from Yale. Yale! She thought. I guess I underestimated him. I knew he was smart, but Yale? I guess its better that I don't see him at all though. It would hurt the both of us too much. But he has probably moved on already...She sighed and looked at her mother, standing beside her.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" she asked.
"Do I have any other choice?"
"I'm sorry, sweetie. But it will all work out fine, I promise. Didier is a good man."
"I know he's a good man, Mom, but he's not the one I want to marry. And this is not exactly the time I want to get married, nor the place."
"You'll be fine-"
"I'm still in high school! How does a married woman go to high school?!"
"Well, your Grandmere did mention you can stay in Genovia and get home schooled..."
"I don't want that though!"
"You know I'm sorry. I tried to persuade her, but she just wouldn't-"
"Just forget it. We can't do anything now. It's too late."
Lilly walked in and smiled at her, trying to help. Her expression was comforting. She never saw that expression on Lilly before. It helped.
"You ready?" she asked. Mia nodded silently followed her. She was walking down the aisle before she knew it, her father squeezing her hand. It was happening too quickly. She couldn't stand it.
She spotted Didier standing at the head of the Genovian cathedral, smiling at her. He seemed to be truly happy. She smiled weakly back and cringed. What am I doing?
They met and he grabbed her hand. His hand was unfamiliar to the touch, and it made her uncomfortable. She was oblivious to whatever the priest was saying, and stood in shock, unable to comprehend what she was about to do.
"I do," she heard Didier announce, smiling widely. She snapped back to life. Everyone was looking at her waiting for an answer. Say I do, she thought to herself. You can't let them down, just say it. Get it over with.
"I...I, uh...I can't do this..."
A/N:
There we go! That's a bit more satisfying! Isn't it?
Once again...should I write a sequel?
I know this story is sorta un-finished.
Tell me what you think....
In other words, READ AND REVIEW!
