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I looked at my reflection in the mirror, but the more I stared I only saw a stranger. I couldn't recognize myself.

My hair was perfectly done, the fine curls falling over my shoulders. My makeup was beautifully yet naturally done, bringing out the hidden beauty in my face. The veil was soft and transparent, lightly masking it all. The jewelry made me sparkle, and the engagement ring on my finger seemed to shine bright.

However, what made me feel uneasy. . .was the big, white dress I had on me.

My wedding dress made me look like a mix of a fairy tale princess, and elegance. It fit my body perfectly, and tightly on top. Near the bottom, it began to flow down, giving it almost a ballroom style.

It was any dream dress any girl would ever want.

Hell, when I imagined my wedding day when I was younger, this was exactly the dress I had on in my wild imagination. In my mind, my wedding would be grand, and I'd be the happiest girl alive. Of course, then I was marrying my Kindergarten crush, Jackson.

Now the day had come, I have the dress on, with the veil, and the ring. . .and yet, none of it felt right. I was not happy. In fact, I was sad.

Sad that I had to go through this, give my love up to some man who could care less about me, just to save my father's company, and my mother continue to look rich. It saddened me that my parents had to use me, and make me marry someone to help their financial situation.

I didn't feel like a bride.

I felt like a pawn.

I could care less about the flowers, and the decorations, the gifts, and the dress. None of it all mattered if I couldn't marry my own Prince Charming. Ok, ok, maybe not Prince charming, but a man I loved, and cared for. A man I wanted to call my husband.

It felt like I was about to marry a total stranger--I was. The only time I saw him was at our parent's business dinners, galas, or parties for the company. Maybe once or twice I caught myself thinking that he's good looking--very, very good looking, which I guess is a plus. But every time I saw him, he looked so serious. He wasn't the type of guy you would see at the buffet, and want to start a conversation with.

His eyes were a deep blue, and his hair was always styled so it was combed back, his cheekbone and his jawlines. . .my friend Sophia jokes around and says his face looks like it was carved by the gods. I just think he's good looking, I wouldn't go that far. But even then, a man could be good looking as hell, I still wouldn't want to marry him if I didn't love him.

Do I exactly have a choice?

No. . .

Or I wouldn't be here, looking at my wedding dress in the mirror, thinking about what a crappy day my wedding day is going to be.

The door to my room opened, causing me to put my fake happy face on, and stand straight. But when I looked at the door through the mirror, I saw it was only Sophia, causing me to sigh, and drop the act.

"Hey, it's me." She smiled, closing the door behind her.

I gave her a small smile. She was ready to go, hair and makeup done, bouquet in hand, and blush coloured maid of honour dress on.

"Hey Soph. . .how do I look?" I asked boredly, running my hands over the dress.

Sophia smiled widely. "Like the most beautiful bride ever! Bride is the year!!!!"

I forced a smile. "Thanks Soph."

She looked to me through the mirror, and could tell some thing was wrong by my face. I could never fake a smile with her.