...And not pretty ones like this. I dreamed that we were getting married at my grandparent's house in New York. The day of the wedding, my MOH called and said he had to work and couldn't come. An hour before the ceremony, I was driving around wet-haired and bare-faced with my brother passing out invitations. Mom called to tell me the Korean BBQ that was catering the event had scammed us and run off with our money.
When do I start to dream that I'm Cinderella?
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