The wedding that never was...

Cassidy

Present time...

White Moon Pack.

I sat in the elegantly decorated waiting room of the wedding, my fingers trembling as I smoothened down the layers of the white tulle and lace of my wedding dress. I clutched the lace edges of my veil, trying to distract myself from the thousand emotions that coursed through me.

My shoulders were rigid, my back straight against the ivory chair, I was trying not to cry, not to show emotion. Today must be perfect to the end. But how long would I hide the tears that simmered in my hazel eyes? My lips painted a delicate rose, shook with trying to hold the cry bumbling at the depths of my soul.

Still, I couldn't allow the tears to ruin my perfect makeup I'd spent hours getting done. The diamond-encrusted tiara felt heavy on my perfectly styled dark curls, each strand was meticulously placed to frame my heart-shaped face.