PRESENT DAY
"How do I look?" I ask Tori as I parade myself before the mirror.
She eyes the pristine wedding gown that's flowing to the floor.
"You look like your mom."
"I look fifty?"
"No, silly. You look pretty. The gown looks better on you than it does on me."
"I don't think so. I'm too short."
"You're not. I'm just wearing heels. I'll keep the gown for you after my wedding. Who knows, maybe one day you'll have enough guts to leave Brent's boring ass and marry a real man."
I roll my eyes as she helps me out of the gown.
"That's one hell of a cool tattoo." Tori insists when I'm finally half naked again.
"I know."
"It'll look so funny when your stomach finally bulges. You'll be so fat."
"I'm very sure pregnancy is not fat."
"Can I touch the tattoo?"
I slap her hand away.
