Everything was back to normal, or so I thought. Once we arrived at my house, I went downstairs and rushed inside to put on my dress. My dress was simple, not too bright and two different shades of orange. As my mother helped me put on the dress, she noticed my curls were falling out. She finishes tying up my dress before quickly grabbing the curling wand to do them again herself. I almost cried because they didn't stay put, it was like they had a mind of their own. A simple glance at the clock made me forget them. We were now late for church and I hadn't yet put on my shoes or collected the rest of the things I needed. I don't know how I moved so quickly and managed to get everything done. The photographer was there taking photos before going out to record as I left the house with my parents and siblings. We took a few photos before getting in the car, fidgeting while I looked at the time. There was no chance we would make it in time. Afterwards, everyone got in the car, we headed to Graham where the church service was to take place.