An hour into the wedding reception, I'm very sure I look like I'd rather be anywhere else than at my own reception party. I don't think I'm at fault here because the man who's supposed to be my husband has been very dismissive towards me since the church wedding.
He hasn't complemented nor said a single word to me at all and that just makes me feel downright miserable. Naturally, today's supposed to be the best day of my life but this is infact far worse than the day I found out I was a mafia princess.
It's time for the couple dance so as I have my arms around Ivan's neck, I don't expect the words that comes out of his mouth.
"you look beautiful." That raw, manly voice whispers in my ears.
I look up into his eyes for a while, trying to decipher this man called Ivan, before i give up.
