Hours away from my wedding, I stare at my reflection on the mirror with anxiousness and dismay. A wedding is supposed to be the happiest day of one’s life but I was anything but happy.
I was dressed in a mystifying white gown made from wisps of the thinnest lace. It’s in a tantalizing material that’s almost see through. Elaborate and complex stitching made the sophisticated bodice into a beautiful heart shape on my chest. The entire dress is embellished with white and gold crystals which shimmered and sparkled whenever caught by the light.
It’s absolutely beautiful.
All I could think about was I should have worn this dress for my wedding with Thorne and not Blythe.
But it was no use. Thorne didn’t want me anymore and to keep the peace, I had to marry Blythe.
Not the first time in my
