She sat on a bench, looking into the mirror. A cloud of lace and silk adorned the space around her legs. It was finally the day. She would finally hold a ring with meaning. Finally prove she was grown. She watched her bridesmaids talk and giggle. The buzz, ironically, helped clear her thoughts. She was tired of thinking. She turned her foot so her pure white heels reflected a little light on her dress. She smiled. But, she was overwhelmed. There was only one thing wrong with the wedding. The flowers were the perfect shade of lavender. The pews were in the exact spot necessary. Her makeup was flawless, not a brush stroke out of place. They only thing wrong was, well...
The groom.
The thing was, he wasn't who she loved. He was stunningly handsome. He was smart and so, so sweet, but he wasn't her one and only. Her love was a beautiful woman named Annabell Lee. Kind Of like Edgar Allen Poe's Annabell Lee. Her Annabell. She begged her family to let her and her love be. But they simply would not. They were against that love.
Love! How could they be against love. One of the simplest things a person can do.A family born from the city of love full of writers and painters and singers whose muse was love. She didn't understand it at all. She knew it didn't matter. That she should just love her Annabell Lee. Her long black hair. Bright green eyes. Ivory skin. She was the most beautiful thing Alex had ever set her eyes on. She loved the way her dark skin contrasted from her lovers fair complexion. She loved everything about her.
But, Alex knew one thing and one thing only. She would never have the upper hand in the matter.
