Oh, how I’ve waited for this day—
My fiancé is coming to visit.
Mama is brimming with joy,
Papa, quiet as ever.

Soon, I’ll be married to a prince;
What a dream to live inside.
I’ve rehearsed my royal speech for weeks,
Determined not to stumble before noble eyes.

Now it’s afternoon.
I stand on the balcony,
Watching every shadow,
Listening for love.

At last—
The whinny of horses,
The rhythmic thunder of hooves.
“It must be him,” I whisper.

They draw near.
A chariot glistens in the sun.
Cheers escape me,
My sisters join in.

A village girl—
Who wore threadbare gowns
And ate modest meals—
Now promised to a prince.
What an honor.

He steps down from the chariot.
I run, I kiss him,
My heart wild with love.
But then—
A man behind him,
Like a mirror of me.

“Priscilla,” he says.
“John?” I gasp.

A decade of absence collapses.
My twin. Found.
On this Friday,
Blessings rain like golden sunbeams.
This day will live in my soul forever.