My costume depicts a tragedy. On the day of her beloved wedding, the moment she had dreamed of since she was a little girl, her fiance stood her up and never showed up to the wedding. Upon storming out of the cathedral to look for her fiance, she was ran over by a teen texting and driving, killing her instantly. She is now stuck in purgatory as a ghost; her skin whiter than snow, her outfit from the wedding now pitch black, her eyes still crying tears of darkness - waiting for the day her lover joins her in the afterlife, ready to torture him with the years of pain she has felt since he left her at the altar.
