As she placed the final flower in her hair she considered how she got to this moment. Her list was nearly complete. Graduate from high school—check. Go to college—check. Graduate from college with a boyfriend—check. Get married— Have a baby— In that order. Is this really what life is all about? What would she be missing?
She turned back to the mirror. Flower in one hand, hairpin in the other. Is? Perfectly curled tendril. This? Flower placed. It? Pin secured.
She took another look. Perfect hair with perfect flowers. Perfect white dress buttoned up the back. Professional makeup and dainty silver sandals. She heard the voices, felt the expectations. Is this it?
Her hand reached for the doorknob, her heels clicked down the hall. She turned once more and glanced behind her. Is this it?
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