All my best friends are getting married, and I'm in prison. How does the best friend meet the series of fiancés? They make a one-day trip to prison. The first time a fiancé showed up to the Visiting Room was a couple of years ago, Christmas 2024. My childhood best friend came inside the gates first, while her new fiancé filled out his visitation form. When he met her, he knew there was a catch. He'd have to come to prison. Fun fact: when you travel from out-of-state to visit a California prison, you are given the opportunity to apply for a same-day visiting clearance. The way my friends (and their fathers) see it? Free background check! Anna and I are rocking on the swing set with our tippy toes on the ground, as if we are 5 years old again. Growing up in a white picket fence gated community, we realize much has changed---these gates look very different. Our smiles are the same, but no more shark teeth, crooked teeth, or braces. We still have a strong fashion sense. Yes I am in prison, but cargo happens to be in. We still love to play dress up, fluff our hair, and play with pearls. Although today in our twenties, a diamond is no longer an accessory for our Crocs, or a gem for Cinderella's glass slipper, but a sign we have found our forever prince charming. With Anna's diamond on her finger, I am certain she has found the one. But, in the words of Taylor Swift, all I know is "if today was a fairytale," I wouldn't be in blue. Sorry Cinderella. Mr. Right waltzes through the gates like it's Christmas in July. He wears a soft red sweater with shorts and a comfy loafer. He smiles and waves like he's passing through a foreign country on Santa's sleigh. I wonder if his smile is covering his new-to-prison nerves. His jolly sense of humor makes Anna laugh. Catching the sudden spark of joy, I laugh too. Inside this memorable moment, everything is going to be okay. Suddenly I realize, it already is.