Candace
My wedding dress was beautiful.
I stood before the mirror in silence, watching the white silk spill around my body in soft shimmering waves while sunlight from the tall bedroom windows poured across the floor beneath me.
Most of the bruises on my skin had faded overnight. It was Star's gift to me, so at least I wouldn't walk down the aisle looking like someone's punching bag.
The dress hugged my body perfectly before cascading elegantly to the floor in delicate drapes. The pack tailor had stitched it together within a single day, and somehow it still fit as though it had been crafted for me over months.
A cruel joke from a universe with a vicious sense of humor.
My mother would have loved it. The thought shattered something soft inside my chest.
She should have been standing behind me right now fussing over my veil while crying before the ceremony even started.
