She stares back at me.

Her hair is metallic gold like mine, her eyes are a reflective and glowing green like mine, her skin is ivory like mine, her dress is white and beautiful like mine, her vail is long and decorated with flowers like mine, her shoes are hidden under her long skirt like mine, her makeup is done perfectly like mine, but this is not me.

No, she cannot be me.

She can't be my reflection.

I have never looked so happy, so glowing, so beautiful.

And yet, I am.

After all, I am getting married to the fourteen most perfect men in the world.

Who wouldn't be happier?

I finger my beautiful tiara.

It has fifteen small points with tiny gems on each one. The fourteen are the favorite colors of each man and the gem in the middle is a pink diamond for me.

Gabriel comes up behind me and moans, "Sang, you look absolutely stunning. Go get up there so we can be married already."

We aren't having a big wedding.

Nothing like the one I had planned for the slushy.

But it is real and meaningful.

Dr.Roberts will perform the ceremony in front of the Academy and then we will have a reception in the same room where I was introduced to the Academy so long ago.

I take a deep breath as Gabriel ducks out to run to stand with the boys.

I smile and lift my skirt slightly so I don't step in it and step with the music to the front where my family is waiting.

Carefully, I glide over rose petals and past the cheering mafia members.

I look at my men and smile, my joy shining out through my smile.

To be honest, I didn't pay much attention to the ceremony.

At all.

But when there are fourteen men in suits looking like models who are marrying you standing right in front of you, wouldn't you be a bit distracted?!

I'm just proud I didn't mess up my lines.

Well, line.

I beam and say, "I do."

Then my boys, one at a time, tell me that they are going to be with me forever.

I have never been to a wedding, but I'm pretty sure I cry at weddings.

Because I am crying now.

Tears of joy.

When Dr.Roberts finally finishes, I move down the line, kissing each of my boys like I have wanted to for a long time.

I look at them all and know my loving and joyous and excited expression matches theirs and say,

"I love you all."