She was trembling with anticipation, jumping at every noise, looking at the clock incessantly, adjusting her dress and primping herself in the mirror. "Don't get too worked up," she kept telling herself, but her heart just kept hammering away. As she looked a the clock again, her heart began to sink. It was late, too late. It wasn't going to happen. She bit her lip to fight back the tears and then quickly straightened her...