(Yeah. I was thinking the same thing.
)
My mom had woken me up early to get ready for the wedding. She handed me the shirt I had chosen, which I quickly put on, and then she began combing my hair. "You know what? I think we should cut your hair, since today is a special day marking the start of a new life for you." She grabbed a tool and began cutting my hair. I tried to stop her, but she wouldn't listen, and since I didn't want to completely screw it up, I didn't squirm away from her. "There! Much better!" she said, and I frowned. Melody wouldn't have made me cut my hair. But I didn't know about Morgan. She's never told me how she liked my hair. I sighed. What did I ever get myself into.
When she was done, I swam down to the specified room and waited while Morgan came in, wearing a white veil, like all brides do. The preacher began going through the ritual, but I wasn't entitely paying attention. I looked around at the crowd, which probably wasn't the right thing to do, but I didn't care. I couldn't see Melody anywhere. Did I hurt her last night? No. When we went our own ways, she was smiling. Maybe she forgot. Or maybe she just didn't want to see it, because it would be too painful for her. After all, she did admit that she loved me.
"Speak now or forever hold your peace!" The preacher said, and I felt a knot in my throat build. This was it.