“We are ready any time you are, Ma’m.” the photographer said.
This was it. Her moment had arrived. Many hours had been spent on dress fittings, her make-up and hair so she could get the perfect look today. She looked and felt like a princess, no less. Is this how being special felt?
As she looked down the window at the beautiful wedding setting one last time, her heart was filled with a pang of jealousy. Who was she fooling? This wasn’t real.
Her handsome groom was just another model, like her. This was simply an assignment and soon enough glossy magazine pages would adorn this ‘wedding’ for selling bridal wear.
She returned to the antique mirror as directed and smiled radiantly into it, gorgeous and hopeful. Sure the wedding was fake, but her dreams weren’t.