Wedding Jitters
I looked into the mirror. My breath was ragged, slow. I was nervous, anxious. I had the same jitters all brides do on their big day. "Relax, baby," said the woman behind me. She draped her hands, tipped with red nails, upon my bare shoulders. She lowered her head until her face appeared alongside mine. "You're gorgeous." She stepped away for a moment, returning with a long and gauzy piece of white cloth attached to a what looked like a toothy metal comb. She stood behind me and pinned...