So, That's Your Dad? (Freddie Mercury) | Under Construction

Chapter Fifty Five: The Altar

       I don't see myself in the mirror. I am no longer see the little girl that everyone made me out to be until today. I see a woman who is beginning her first year into adulthood starting today. Am I ready to officially be an adult? Probably not. But am I ready to marry Rami? Absolutely. Joe made my face look much more mature than it actually is. I'm not sure if I actually like it, but I'm grateful that he did it for me. I wouldn't have been able to do it myself. This is the first time there has ever been a red pigment on my lips, and I think it's really pretty. It makes my lips looks a lot bigger and it just appears so differently. 

       "Joe, I love it. But it doesn't look like my face." I admit to Joe in an honest tone. Joe chuckled, while he was making a few touch ups to my hair. "I know. That's what makeup can do to your face. If you ever want plastic surgery in the future, show the doctor a picture of you on this day, and tell him that's what you want to look like once again." Joe said trying his best to be funny. I smile due to the nerves that I am continuing to feel. I hate this feeling. I don't think that it is excitement at all, but more so dread. I want to marry Rami, but I don't want all of the attention on me. Why the hell did I decide to have a wedding? I could have just signed a paper saying that I'm married and go to Greece right after. 

       "It looks beautiful. Thank you." I tell him. "You're welcome, girl. How could I not make you look stunning on your wedding day?" Joe told me. I smile once again and stare at myself in the mirror. I immediately think of the one person who I feel needs to be here right now more than anyone. But I shouldn't get my hopes up. He's not going to come. He told me that a month ago and I haven't spoken to him since. I regret it because I know for a fact that I had hurt my father. He probably hates me more than he ever has right now.

       "He's not coming, is he?" I ask Joe. He frowns and that shows he knows exactly who I am talking about. I have no idea why I even bothered to ask. I already know the answer. "I'm not sure, honestly. But I know that Jim is coming." Joe answered. I'm glad that Jim is coming despite how his husband feels. Knowing my dad, that is a big risk to take. "Well, that's good enough, I guess." Joe could hear the disappointment in my voice. "Tiff, don't worry about it. Just have fun today. You're getting married today, this is a new chapter of your life." Joe encouraged me. I sigh because I know that is not necessarily true. 

       "I know. But he's my father." I say. "I understand. If he didn't show up to my wedding then I wouldn't be too happy either." Joe said. I nod and I can tell that he is done with my hair. I wore it down casually as it was to the middle of my neck again. But Joe did tame the curls so that my hair wouldn't get messy the way it typically does. I hear the door open and turn to see my blonde brother Ben. "Aww, Tiffany you look so beautiful." Ben commented. He pretended to be on the verge of tears and it was very funny to watch. "Thank you, Ben." I tell him. 

       I stand up and straighten the white silk robe that I have been wearing for over two hours. I was more than ready to get out of it and put on what I planned to wear today. "Are we ready for the dress?" Ben asked me. "Of course, I'm starting to get hot in this thing." I told him as he picked up the dress and began to unzip the packaging. 

       It was a task to get the dress out of the clear bag, but eventually we both got it out. Luckily it was still in tact due to how much we had to do in order to get it from point A to point B. I take off the robe and now I am only in my under garments. I step into the satin white dress feet first and eventually got it on my entire body. Ben helped me zip it up and I take a deep breath in. The reality has finally hit me that this is actually happening. I'm getting married in less than an hour. I look down and the dress fits me so well. It wasn't too small and it wasn't too big. It was perfect. 

       "Holy shit." I comment under my breath. "Tiffany, oh my god. You are the most beautiful bride I have ever seen." Joe complimented his best friend. "Thank you, Joe. You two look great as well." I replied. I stand there blankly. The longer the silence is, the more overwhelmed I get. I take a few steps over to the mirror just to make sure that I am seeing everything correctly. I am.