This is your wedding day and you are a beautiful bride."Angelo stared at his reflection and slowly Angela began to emerge. Shewas beautiful and this...was the biggest day of her life. She returned tothe photographer more confident and told him that she was ready. Theytook some more photos and the photographer complimented her on how wellshe was doing. They went back to the dressing area so she could changeinto the next gown. She noticed three pretty girls sitting in the makeupchairs and. It was one thing to violate my own privacy but to violate someone else seemed wrong to me.I said nothing. I was too afraid to confront my son and he seemed very passionate about what he was saying. It was as if he had been thinking about this for a while and wanted to unburden himself. I did not want him to bottle up his feelings the way Mr. Jeremy did. It was difficult not to argue or interrupt him but I did not protest his new orders.If my son asked about what I did in the office I have told. When I finally found it I was pretty frustrated. I entered the room, and saw Susan sitting in the corner completely dressed (which seemed odd since we were in a hospital). She looked up and saw me and her face just... cracked. She was shivering and a trickle of snot was covering her upper lip. She was sobbing now and kept saying, " I'm sorry, I could not stop him."As I wrapped her in my arms I noticed the bruises on her face, she had been smacked--hard. Her voice had a thick rasp, and her neck. The room was warm and the covers had long since been kicked off of both of them. Lying on her back, one arm relaxed over her head, the other lay across her belly as she slept.Lara was laying on her right as she propped up her head on her left hand, elbow between the big feather pillows, and watched Desiree sleep. Her hair was spilled on the pillow beneath her head. Some of it spread over her right shoulder partially covering her pretty breasts. She was a beautiful woman, her beauty causing Lara.