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The Biggest Day
It's the biggest day of Angelique's life. Her wedding day.
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Angelique looked beautiful as she primped and primed for her big day. Today was the day she would finally marry Eddie. She had been in love with him since Kindergarten. She couldn’t believe he finally said yes!

“You look so beautiful, Ang.” Bridget and Alyssa swooned over her.

“I wish I was getting married,” Bridget said.

Always the optimistic one, Alyssa countered with, “But at least we get to be a part of it.”

She looked at herself in the mirror and sighed. It was a soft, happy sigh. It was what she had waited for.

The girls all stood back and looked at Angelique’s reflection. “You need something…more.”

They went to her dresser and rummaged through looking for the final piece; the piece that would stand out above all else. Finally, Alyssa let out a squeal. “This will be perfect!”

She placed Angelique’s beauty pageant tiara on her head.

Soon, they all heard the music begin and the girls went and took their seats as Angelique took her place at the end of the aisle. Just like in the movies, her friends stood as she began to glide forward. The beaded lace flowed gently behind her and the small opaque rhinestones sparkled in the gleaming beginnings of the sunset.

As she got to the middle of the aisle, she noticed something was missing.

When she reached the end of the aisle, she looked at Patrick and whispered urgently, “Where’s Eddie?”

He was silent for a moment before responding. “Sorry, Ang. He left.”

“He…left?”

He kind of shrugged. “His mom called him home for dinner. I gotta go too.”

“That’s not fair! This was my big day! I’m never speaking to him again!” She threw her tiara down and stomped her seven year old feet back into the house.

**300 words**
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