A gush of strong wind blew my hair, causing a big and untamable ruckus everywhere in my face as my white dress followed through.
I'm now standing in front of Lucas' home in Forbes, all finished and a big success ever since yesterday—that I just hoped he witnessed everything as we had the finishing touches of what I always call my favorite hacienda.
Supposedly, the blessing of this home will be today, but because of the so-many circumstances that are in the way, we moved it until next week.
We had no choice but to move it for all those emergencies. It was total and 'disastrous' coincidence where we had no choice but to attend to those errands—especially by the ones who're the main person needed for the tradition to happen.
Not me, though. Because the moment that ever body knew about my childbearing, they just forced me to rest it all out.
