[ WP ] at a wedding , someone is not who they claim they are .

Tears of joy welled up in my eyes as I beamed at Jesse, the love of my life. I could n't believe I was going to marry this man. He was the whole package - charming, cute, and respectful to boot. He was adamant that we did n't have premarital sex, which was a refreshing change from men groping me on the first date. After 2 wonderful years, Jesse finally proposed, and of course, I said yes. My unwilling father scoffed that such a skinny man could ever provide for me. `` He has hips like a girl,'' he'd sneered. I did n't care. I loved Jesse, and that was all that mattered. 
 
 I had 5 more minutes before I'd walk down the aisle. I paced the room nervously, but I could n't be happier. I decided to apply one last coat of lipgloss when suddenly, the door burst open and in charged my parents, Jesse's parents, the registrar and the pastor. I smeared the lipgloss all over my chin in shock. Infruriated by this absurdity, I was about to demand an explanation for this interruption when Jesse blurted out `` I'm sorry!'' 
 
 Confused, I started to speak when my father walked up to me. `` You ca n't get married to JESSICA,'' he said coldly. `` Gay marriage is not legal in our state. Neither,'' he glowered, `` is a fake ID with a false gender.'' I looked around wildly, but when my eyes landed on `` Jesse'' all sheepish and sobbing into his.. HER, delicate hands, realisation dawned upon me. My whole world came crashing down.
