Anastacia's POV
It was Saturday morning, the day of the wedding and I was already exhausted.
Thursday had been horrible, taking mom to the hospital for her chemo, then spending the afternoon with her and just watching her be sick.
I'd hated it, and on more than one occasion I found myself asking, why me?
Friday I'd spent the day getting my nails done, having a spray tan and being stuck with pins for those last minute alterations.
Now I was sitting in a chair as someone was attacking my head.
"Your hair." she sighed for about the 1000th time.
Yes my hair was crap, sue me.
She was trying to straighten it but I think she was losing.
Finally my hair was finished and quiet frankly I didn't recognize myself.
It had been straightened and swept up on top of my head.
Next was make up, I sat there too thinking of places I'd rather be.
Finally I was done and it was time to put on my dress.
At least Stacey had let me choose black for my dress.
I put it on.
It was strapless and sleek. Actually very sleek, actually I could hardly move in it.
Next were the heels, the we're strappy and extremely high.
"Your beautiful." Mom said coming into the room.
I looked at myself.
I looked nothing like me and I didn't know if I liked it.
"Oh Anastacia." Stacey said walking in and bursting into tears.
"What? What's wrong?"
"Nothing silly, you look perfect." she said hugging me "Now come help me."
So Stacey got dressed and she looked perfect, not me.
Photo's and more photo's were taken, I couldn't smile anymore.
Next it was time to get in the car's and head to the church.
We each had our own car and mom came with me.
We sat holding hand's all the way there.
"I'm so proud of you." she whispered as we pulled up at the church.
I started crying and hugged her.
"You'll be ok baby."
And my heart broke.
I wouldn't be ok, not without my mom.
We stood out side the church and Stacey was dabbing at her eye's and mine, we couldn't stop crying.
"Right you two get it together, it's time." Josh said hugging us.
The church door's opened.
