KRISTINA: My sister, mom, and I attended a bridal show along with hundreds of other newly-engaged brides. Two trumpeteers at the entrance dressed in medieval clothes (those blue velvet knickers with the sad hats) would periodically burst into a melody that heralded what I assumed were more engaged women coming in the door. Lots of petit fours and promotions for every wedding idea you can imagine: a photo booth, helicopter arrivals, lattes with your initials swirled in the foam.
But the climax was the fashion show with segments like Urban Bride, Country Bride, Sophisticated Bride, and the best of all, Cinderella Bride. Lots of puffy, glittery gowns, tiaras, wands, etc. and the interlude included a singer who performed the Cinderella song that’s all about “wishing” – I wish this, I wish that. At the song, I felt my cell phone vibrate against my leg. A text message from my sister, sitting at the far end of the row: “I wish I were dead.”