Three Weddings
It was a bright and sunny day. The gleefully chirping birds woke her up that morning with their song. She walked to the window and pushed back the curtains to either side, allowing the soft summer sun to kiss her face. A sweet smile escaped her lips as she watched the birds play. She looked over her shoulder, to face the long, black framed mirror. The young girl she saw everyday, did look different. The girl who always stared back at her with big, doubting eyes, was no longer there. Instead, the looking glass echoed the raw beauty of an excited bride-to-be. Oh yes, she was excited! The day was finally here!! “Anne....are you up yet?”, came a loud voice from the other side of the door. “Yes, sister...”, she called back, and walked to the door, pushing aside the loosely falling locks from her face and tying it back into a rough bun. “Quickly then, the beautician will be here any minute”, said her sister with a bitter-sweet sentiment on her face. Not so far away, in another part of the s
