“How do you feel?” My mom asked me. I couldn’t properly express my feelings. Doing this still made me feel like doing something wrong. Many people out there suffered injustice, although for the past months Ezekiel didn’t make any problems and yet I was about to get married. The only soothing element in this was the fact that I won’t be the only bride there. A lot of couples used this opportunity to get their marriage certificate as well. I tried to convince myself that I was doing this for them and not for me.
“You look beautiful.” Kendra admired the dress she chose for me. It was a simple one, laced around my neck with uncovered shoulders, tight around my chest and waist and free from my hips down to the ground. The white lace covered the white satin, giving the dress life. The soft rust
