#Chapter 99: The Wedding

"I'm so glad you chose a December wedding, darling girl," Jeanette says to me, looking a bit misty-eyed. She steps back from the mirror we're both looking in after adjusting my veil and clasps her hands in front of her. "Me, too," I breathe, lifting a hand to touch my face. Jeanette slaps it away, playfully. "What are you doing?" she exclaims. "You're going to ruin all of Maya's hard work. You look stunning, my dearest. Don't smudge your foundation, I beg of you. Are you nervous? A mimosa will calm you right down." She bustles over to fetch one of the grapefruit mimosas - my personal favorite, hence why they're being served instead of the more usual orange juice - from the tray in the bridal room, where we're getting ready. Jeanette has already had two, and I see her hesitate for a moment before shrugging and grabbing a third. "I'm the mother of the groom," she announces to me as she sashays back over and hands me one, raising her glass to clink it with mine. "I can be a