“Walk yourself,” my mom laughed. “Guess that’s what happens when you marry a nobody.” So I did. I gripped my bouquet and walked alone, hearing my parents whisper about how “small” and “embarrassing” my wedding was. They had no idea who was sitting in those chairs. When the doors opened and the mayor stood up, followed by a senator and my superintendent, my parents finally stopped laughing—and realized exactly who their “nobody” really was.
Chapter 1: The Blueprint of a Perfect Daughter The initial architecture of my wedding day was drafted when I was eight years old, sitting cross-legged on the plush, bubblegum-pink carpet …
“Walk yourself,” my mom laughed. “Guess that’s what happens when you marry a nobody.” So I did. I gripped my bouquet and walked alone, hearing my parents whisper about how “small” and “embarrassing” my wedding was. They had no idea who was sitting in those chairs. When the doors opened and the mayor stood up, followed by a senator and my superintendent, my parents finally stopped laughing—and realized exactly who their “nobody” really was. Read More