by Megan Bauer

Created on: May 31, 2008

I stood in front of the mirror speechless. Today was my wedding day. 27 years in the making but it was finally here. I studied my expertly applied makeup. Black kohl lined my blue eyes making them sparkle with soon to be shed tears. My full lips shone with a peach gloss and they curled in a smile as I thought of the future.

I studied my hair. My usual wild tumble of blonde curls had been tamed and lay close to my head in a beautiful chignon. Numerous visits to the spa had made my skin luminous and my neck looked swan like without the curls covering it. My dress was custom made and hugged my barely there curves perfectly. No lace or outdated pearl buttons; it was only satin and clung possessively to my body. Tiny straps were the only thing holding it on but it was beautiful. I was beautiful, I thought.

Anticipation uncurled in my stomach. I had waited for this day so long and it was only minutes away. My soon to be husband, Rob, was the man of my dreams. Fairy tale handsome with jet black hair and stormy green eyes, he was everything I could have asked for in a man. He treated me like a queen and I never wanted for anything. Of course, he wasn't perfect. I wasn't blind or nave enough to think there was such thing as a perfect man, but he was mine and I was willing to sometimes look the other way on things I didn't deem important enough to have an issue made of them.

I had met him when I was at my best friend's bachelorette party four years ago. I definitely wasn't at my best that night; tequila had been free flowing for hours. Let four best friends out in public celebrating a major milestone and see how sober you stay. It was a wild night but I must have made some impression on Rob because he called me the next day. I didn't remember him and almost didn't go out with him but curiosity got the best of me and I relented.

Looking back, I couldn't imagine my life if I had said no.

Rob was the epitome of success. He was the CEO of a major financial corporation; wealthy, enigmatic and had stolen my heart with our first date. I felt fortunate to be his wife and I hoped I could live up to his expectations during our life together. Gathering myself, I smoothed my hands down my satin gown, straightened my diamond necklace and released the nervous breath I had been holding. There were quite a few people out in the hall who were waiting for me and I stepped out of the room to greet them.

"Sam!" My best friend, Delilah, exclaimed when I opened the door. "Honey, you look

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