We all sit down at the table and chat. It’s mindless, so I don’t have to hard a time managing to stay involved. Around two thirty, Amber and I head up stairs to get ready. Our friends are coming over at four for pictures, and then dinner is at five. The dance begins at seven.

In our room, we get out our dresses. Amber’s is a beautiful cream colored halter top dress, with an empire waste band in gold and covered in sparkles. Mine is a white v-neck spaghetti dress. A blue bow created an empire waste band and there were blue designs randomly on it. We slip into them, careful not to mess our hair. We do our make-up, well Amber does mine and then we sit down on out beds.

“Hazel, what’s been with you?â€? Amber asks.

“Just… depressed…â€? I say, not looking at her.

“About what? You’re being married to an amazing guy.â€? She says cautiously.

“Amber… Remember when we were little girls?â€? I say suddenly.