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It’s our wedding day. Hindi ako nakatulog nang maayos kaya nahirapan ang make-up artist ko na takpan ang nangingitim kong mata.
I will be wearing a simple white long dress designed by a famous dressmaker in Paris. She was assigned by Sandro without me knowing that he spent so much for that gown. My family called me and they said thay all of them has already arrived at the venue. My mom took care of my son and I haven’t seen him since I woke up, he was probably brought by Sandro at the hotel this morning.
The moment I woke up, I already knew that this day will be memorable for the both of us. This might be fake or whatever you call it, I am still hoping that everything will turn out right after this wedding.
“You’re all good, Ms. Rivas.” The make-up artist informed me a
