“Gawd, I’m so nervous Kyla.”  I continued to stare into the mirror at myself dressed in the white dress.  “I keep thinking that maybe I’m rushing into this.”

”Ashley, you look beautiful and you’re marrying a wonderful guy who is in love with you.  Just remember to breathe.”

”How can I when this thing is so fucking tight!” I grip on to the sides in a mock attempt to loosen it.

There’s a knock on the door so Kyla walks over to the door and opens it ajar.

I don’t bother to listen in as I continue to stare into the mirror.

I catch movement out of the corner of my eye and I glance towards it before turning my gaze back to myself the next second.  Then I do a double take and look back.  Standing next to Kyla, as she shuts the door, is who I can safely assume is going to marry Aiden and I.  I can also safely say that I am a little shocked.

I figured that we would be married by an old, bald except for the ‘ring’ of white hair priest or whatever.  Instead, I’m staring at a young, beautiful woman who could not be much older than me.

I watched intently as they began making their way towards me.  Her eyes met mine and I knew I should look away and possibly say something, but instead I remained silent as I continued to stare into her blue eyes.

”Ashley, this is your marriage commissioner, Mrs. Carlin.”

She smiled, “Spencer.”

I knew it would probably get awkward if I didn’t stop staring and say something, but I continued to stare.

I flinched slightly when a phone suddenly sprang to life with the music of Britney Spears.

It cut off just as quickly as it came to life as Kyla answered.

”Hello… Yeah… What?!… No, no, no, no, no, no!… Are you crying?… Whatever, I’m coming,” she hung up with a sigh, “Your fiancé is more of a pussy then my pussy is.  Gawd, I got to go.”  I heard her walking away before I heard the door open and shut.

I continued to stare at Spencer by way of the mirror and watched her stand there for what seemed like an eternity.  I gasped when she finally stepped forward.