Staring down at my so-called weeding dress, which looks like a white blob covered in glitter at most, I sigh but immediately sucked air in to avoid the zipper popping open.
As expected, my mother took charge of everything, from the location of the hall, to the way the spoons were placed on the table. And of course, she chose my dress for me.
The dress is really puffy and has layers of silk on the lower half. Crystal designs ran from the stomach to the arms, now I can't bend over, breathe in, sigh, pee, and most definitely cannot eat anything, each action I make asides walking might result to my dress ripping in half. My face is coated in so much make up that i can't feel my face anymore.
I look around the room and felt my head slowly fall as tears welled up in my eyes.
He's not coming.
He chose not to help me.
They won.
"Oh my gosh! Are you actually crying?" I hear someone screech from beside me, the make up artist I think.
I sniffle and she looks at me in pity before giving me a reassuring smile.
"Hey, it's okay, you're going to marry the love of your life today, you're going to be happy, and maybe in a year or two, you'll have little dumplings running around your house. So try not to cry, and don't ruin your make-up or you're going to be showing your kids some really ugly pictures in the future" The more she spoke, the more I felt tears slide down my face. I really want to have children in the future but most definitely not with Taylor.
"Hey stop! Really....if your mother sees you crying, she'll make me add another layer of foundation on your face, you crying like this might make you look like bridezilla eventually" She says with a little laugh, probably remembering how my mother had been fussing over me all day.
"Okay. I'll stop crying, can I get some alone time?" I ask her, and she nods, making towards the double doors.
I stay in the silence and soliquolize, thinking of what my life would become after this, I'll probably never experience silence like this again. I'm sure my life would turn chaotic once I marry into the Wright family. Such a beautiful name that family has, but it's filled with terrible people who have horrific personalities.
But of course the silence is short lived as I hear shoes sliding across the marble floor before the door to the room is pushed open.
There he was.
"Took you long enough" I mumbled under my breath as he approached me.