Trying to compose myself
Standing at the entrance of the church, I tried to compose myself, wondering how everything had come to this.
The beautiful flowers decorating the entrance seemed to mock me, their bright colors a stark contrast to my gloomy mood.
The sound of the organ playing inside reminded me that everyone was waiting. I took a deep breath and wiped away the tear.
No one else was going to take this moment away from me, not even my father or Jessica.