Everything was back to normal or so I thought. Once I reached my house, I got out and ran inside to put on my dress. My dress was simple, not too flashy and came in two different shades of orange. As my mother helped me put on the dress, she noticed that my curls were falling out. She finished tying my dress before quickly grabbing her curling iron and redoing it herself. I almost cried because they didn't stay still, it was like they had a mind of their own. A glance at the clock made me forget about it. We were now late for church and I still had to put on my shoes and get the rest of the things I needed to bring. I don't know how I moved so quickly and got everything done. The photographer was here taking photos before going out to record me leaving the house with my parents and siblings. We took a couple of photos before I got into the car fidgeting as I looked at the time. There was no way to get there in time. After everyone got in the car, we headed to Graham where the church service would be held