Chapter 14 Wedding Day

• LARA.
• My makeup covered the lies, the diamond ring on my left hand blind all, except me. Only I know the truth. I take myself in, from the perfectly puffy afro hair that was packed to the back to the French-manicured toes peeking out from my sling-back shoes. I stare at myself in the full-length mirror, not recognizing the superficial woman staring back.
• A frown turned down the corner of her mouth. Condemnation clouded her unusual green eyes. Sorrow plays in the thin lines on her face and in the slight slump of her bare shoulders. She’s judging me. She should. I’m a horrible, awful person. In less than ten minutes, I will let my father walk me down an aisle lined with fresh flowers and silk bows tacked onto the corners of every chair. I will reach the end, let my daddy kiss my cheek with tears blurring his vision, and give me away to another man.