POV: AndreaAlthough I strongly held myself, after I read the letter, a drop of tear slowly escaped my eye. I immediately wiped it dry with my bare hands, but the driver of the limousine broke his silence and told me that a tissue paper can be located below my seat. I gave him a thank you nod and went to pull the tissue out of the hidden cabinet."You shouldn't be crying Ms. Andrea. It is your big day today, " he advised with a worried look shown in the front mirror's reflection.I smiled meekly at him and said, "Yeah, I should probably stop these emotional thoughts now. I wouldn't want to look like a crying drag queen when we arrive at the church."I pulled two more sheets of tissue and lightly dabbed it in my left eye. A light retouch would be what I would surely need when I get there."Oh, I tell you Ms. Andrea, you are no drag queen, " the driver spoke again with a jolly voice.
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