3 years after leaving Toronto, Krissa is back in the States living her life. With a fiancée, good job, and her son, everything seems perfect. But what happens when old flames start to spark? Abel has been living his life as well making it big time i...
"How about this one?" My mother asks me. I'm staring at myself in front of a huge 5 panel mirror. On me is a beautiful off white wedding dress with a beaded deep v line cut. Stopping at my waist with silver gems, then continuing and flowing down to the floor with a loose wavy ruffle skirt. The back of the dress flows into a long tail.
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"I hate it. I hate ruffles." I say.
"Mija, you look like a princess."
"I don't want to look like a princess. I just want to look normal. This is too much for me. Anything more simple?"
"You only get married once, Kris."
"Not really.." I say slowly.
"Well you shouldn't go through all this too many times. Think of it as your one and only chance to dress up how much you would like. Go all out. Sequins, gems, diamond, ruffles, more!!"
"I know you're just trying to help mom, but I just don't feel it." I reply to her excitement causing the smile on her face to wipe off.
"You wanna go through with this, right?"
"I don't know mom. I love Armando, but love doesn't fix things. Love doesn't make relationships."
"What are you talking about?"
"Nothing mom. What else you got for me?" I say
I understand my mothers excitement. My older sister Jessenia didn't have a wedding when she got married. And my mother and father couldn't afford one when they got married over 30 years ago. I promised her I would let her take me to boutiques and help me find a wedding dress. I'm getting married in like a month so I might as well get this all over with. I've been pretty much putting things off. I'm so filled with guilt.
Me and Abel have been seeing each other so much. Basically, hooking up with each other nonstop. He's like this drug. You get so addicted to him. Not just his touch, but his presence and his attitude. The more time I spend with him the more I want him to like me again. Like before. We used to be so in love. Time flies though and people change.
I try on another dress handed to me. It's a white short sleeve lace dress. Very sheer and low cut showing my breasts a bit. I look at myself in the mirror in awe
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