Prologue.
My name, is Anastasia Bell. I'm twenty-two years old. Ever since I was a baby I dreamed of a wedding. But not an ordinary one. A simplistic one. With family, friends, maybe a few acquaintances. But I could never think of the right wedding topper. I knew wedding cakes needed a man and a woman. That's what I always saw. It's what I was always told, but I didn't view it as that. I thought, "How cute would it be if there were two brides. Not one, but two!" Everyone thought I was mental, so I pushed it aside.
Now that I'm older I have seen many things that a women of my age shouldn't have seen. I have kept friends I've had since highschool. I have gotten closer to my family. I have become a wonderful wife with a kid and a steady job. But who I am now is NOT who I wanted to be a long time ago.
Let's go back in time. Just a few years, six to be exact. To when I was sixteen. And I had just become one hundred percent comfortable with who I am. Normal.