The Wedding

“Rachel, go, do your make-up. She doesn’t need anymore!” Leana yelled at Rachel as she tried to add eyeshadow.

“Mom, it’s fine. She barely has any. The only thing I did was her eyes. I did a smoky eye; I am just putting in a little silver to add some depth.” Rachel rolled her eyes at her mother.

“Thank you, everyone. I feel so loved.” I smiled at all of them. There was a pain in my heart. Someone was missing, a small part of me wanted my mother here, but even more, I wanted my twin. She was missing this, and I felt guilty for living without her. I know that’s silly, but it still felt off. She was a couple of minutes older than me, so I didn’t know my life without her.

Leana and Rachel still had their make-up to do so, Vanessa and I left the room. “Are you feeling nervous?” She asked, handing me a glass of champagne.