6:56. My dress was stunning. An elegant emerald green halter, it was floor length with a slit up the side. It showed just enough skin. My hair was gorgeous, a skillfully designed masterpiece. The jewels cascading down to my chest were dazzling. Everything was supremely perfect. I couldn’t wait for Josh to arrive. He would be amazed when I sashayed in in my silver high heels.

7:10. I couldn’t help but wonder, why he wasn’t here yet? He was 10 mintues late.

7:22. I began to worry. Where was he?

7:37. He wasn’t coming. As much as I wanted to cry, I couldn’t for fear of ruining my makeup. At that moment, the doorbell rang. I was ecstatic. He was finally here. My mother opened the door as I awaited to make my grand entrance, but, as the person in the doorway was revealed, I knew something was wrong. It was his mother, who, in a wrecked state, entered the room. My mom walked her to the couch and sat her down. Out of curiosity, I sat down beside her. She took my hand and began, “There’s been an accident…”