It was getting dark.
Earlier, Trishia borrowed her family’s chef to cook a sumptuous dinner in Bill’s house. She wanted to surprise Bill with food on the table as she aimed to show Bill that she had the most outstanding capabilities of a wife.
Walking in circles in the living room, Trishia was perplexed as she was always checking the time on her wristwatch and the big wall clock.
‘Where are they?’
‘What took them so long?’
‘That bitch!’
'Grrrr...'
Trishia was bursting with immense anger.
She was very annoyed thinking of Arabella and Bill were together outside for the whole day.
‘Trishia, calm down, don’t get stressed. Your wedding was about to come. Inhale, Exhale. Don't get ugly.’
‘Remember, you have to be the most beautiful bride on that day.’
‘Everyone would look at you with jealousy.’
