In between the shifting of the lights, Little Miss Present Perfect catches a quick glimpse of herself. “Just to make sure.” She whispers. “That everything has been completed.”
She has made extensive preparations for this big day.
She has changed her hair, threaded her eyebrows, grown to fit the dress she once thought was too big for her.
She stood proud in her heels. Knowing that she can no longer be stepped on.
And the face she once knew was hers is no longer her own.