I set my brush down. I've been brushing my hair for what feels like ages, trying to pass the time. It is almost 6 o'clock, and the wedding will be starting soon. Well, the mockery of my wedding. All of the girls-I do not know their names-are in their dresses, as well. Marietta is hurrying to find where her hairpiece went. Of course, she hasn't realized it's on the vanity where I sit.
Marietta is, of course, walking me down the aisle. There is no one else that would rather do it, and for that I am very grateful.
One of Jonathan's men comes into the room. "Mrs. Kelly, we're ready to begin."
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