My Fake Husband

I stood there in front of humongous, heavy, oak doors. My white mermaid wedding dress tightly hugged my curves in slippery, smooth silk as ends of my dress splattered like water beneath me. My veil was pinned to my up-do as it windowed my lightly make up face. I squished the steams of my rose bouquet so hard I thought I was going to bleed. I stood there telling myself that I had to do this. The doors opened. The traditional wedding song was heard. Everyone stood up as I sauntered down the isle. People say that a girls wedding day is the happiest day of their lives, where they marry the one they love. But at the end of the day, I'll have only gained a fake husband.