Every time I tried to picture in my mind's eye what I might look like by Saturday evening, I began to shake and cry. It took every nerve I possessed to resist the temptation to run away again. I tried to put it out of my mind, but visions of myself in satin and lace veiling kept popping up in my head. Driving by the bridal shop, I noticed a particularly egregarious Victorian style gown. I became fixated on it and couldn't get it out of my head.
The week was such a torment I actually found myself wishing it were Saturday so I could begin my penance. The nightmare of being suffocated in satin returned.
I was holding together pretty well until I opened the morning paper on Saturday morning. Annette had struck with perfect timing. The headline jumped out and smashed me in the face "LOCAL EXEC TO BECOME BOY BRIDE!"