The bride was standing near the door of the changing room. Her long white dress limply fell to the floor and the veil already concealed her face.

     “Jayson! Jayson! Tell Philip that I'm running late! Jayson! Did you hear me?” the beautiful silence had been cut by the booming Bridezilla's nasally voice. Her narrow dark black eyes scanned the dressing room, they locked on my eyes and she mouthed something so horrible I am probably going to be scarred for life by it. She mumbled “I'm going to be your new mom.”

     I looked at my reflection in the long wide mirror. My light honey colored hair had been sweeped up into a perfect bun. My side bangs were pinned to the side of my head by two bobby pins that were hidden under a cloak of hair. My sea blue eyes were outlined by thick black eyeliner and mascara coated my long blond eye lashes. The dark red dress hung against my body like a plastic garbage bag. The dress wouldn't even compliment my model worthy best friend, Ruby Becker.

     “Kayla, Heather and Anna, go line up,” Bridezilla barked and pointed to the small hallway that led to the large doors which opened up to the main area in the church.

     My sisters and I followed her orders, mainly because we were afraid of what she would scream next.

     I watched as an usher pushed open the large glass doors that led to the nave of the church. I walked behind Heather and tried not to yell at my dad to stop the wedding immediately.

    “Where's mom?” Anna muttered to Heather and I. We all looked around the pews for our mother and her husband, but they were no where in sight.

     “Thery're not here,” Heather responded right before we stopped at the altar. Our father, Philip Irvine, looked paler than Bridezilla's dress. His light green eyes were wide with fear, and I couldn't help feel the same way. I was afraid of what the future held.

     “You girls look beautiful,” my dad said with a smile. He looked genuinely happy, and I knew that I wouldn't ever be able to talk him out of marrying the witch waiting to walk down the aisle and stand hand-in-hand with him.

     “Thanks dad, you look very nice too,” Heather replied and hugged him.

     Suddenly, the “Here Comes The Bride” music started to play and everyone turned to look at the doors. Bridezilla appeared and everyone stood up. Bridezilla marched down the aisle alone, at first I felt a pang of sadness seeing her all alone without her father at her side. But a few months later I found out that her father and her hated each other more than I hated her (if that's humanly possible) and she hadn't even sent him an invitation to the wedding.

     Just as her white high heels skidded to a stop beside my father, she turned around to the audience and pulled the microphone out of the priest’s hands.  Her eyes wild and her face red with fury.

     “Everyone, thank you for making it here today,” she started. I looked around, the side of the nave that was designated for my father's family and friends was filled to the back of the room. The other side of the room for Bridezilla's family had only four rows of people filled, “But...I don't think I can go through with this wedding. Philip I am so sorry.”

     Bridezilla pulled up the bottom of her dress and marched back down the aisle with angered glances following her. I looked over at my dad, he was in pure shock and I was too.

     All of a sudden, my mind took me back to before this dreadful day when neither of my parents had been married yet and before Bridezilla dared to lay her filthy claws on my gentleman of a father.