Miranda sat down on her bed with a sad look on her face. Today was supposed to be a good day for her. It was supposed to be the best day of her life. Instead, it had turned out as one of the worst days she would do anything in the world to forget.
She had left her house hoping she would be happy for the rest of her life with the man she loves by her side. Oh, how wrong she was!
She had gotten to the church, alright. But nothing had prepared her for the shock that was coming to her next. Her husband to be had chosen today of all days to disappoint and disgrace her, despite him professing his love and commitment to her the night before.
She should have realised something was off, when he kept telling her he loved her for almost every five minutes, like he was trying to let her know he would not do anything to hurt her.
They never had a fight. Neither had they even had a disagreement on anything the night before. So, why did he do this to her?
She looked down at her wedding gown and suddenly felt disgusted by it. She wanted to pull it away from her body and just burn it. Burn it along with all the memories it came with.
She stood up from the bed and walked toward the large walk-in closet she has ever seen in her life. She quickly removed her wedding dress which she threw away to the ground after she had taken it off, and just put on a shirt and a pair of jeans.
She had no intentions of looking pretty. Neither did she have any intention of celebrating her marriage. After all, what was there to even celebrate in the first place?
She picked up her wedding dress and walked back into her bedroom where she started to search for something frantically in the drawers. When she finally found it, she let out a shaky kind of relieved breath.
She picked up the scissors she had been looking for, and took one long look at her wedding dress which she had straightened out on her bed.
Tears filled her eyes when thoughts of him came back into his mind.
"Why did you choose to leave, Wes? We could have talked about this. We could have straightened things between us. Maybe, we could even have pushed the date forward. Why didn't you tell me when you came to see me last night? Why?" She broke down in tears, and sat down on the floor as cried like a baby.
After she calmed down a little, she pulled her dress down from the bed and started to cut it into pieces while she continued to mutter words under her breath. She then got up angrily and marched down to the kitchen, where she found a match.
She stormed out to the back of the house and placed the dress on the ground. After one final look at the dress, she lit the match and threw it on the dress, sending the white material ablaze.
She stood there and watched as the dress burned down to ashes before finally leaving after she was sure there was nothing left of it.
She could feel all the anger seeping through her veins when she made her way to her room. She was hurting. She was hurting badly. And it was all because of him. Her first love.
She looked at herself in the bathroom mirror one more time before removing all the makeup from her face with tissues. Then, proceeded to wash her face with soap and water just to clear all that makeup away. She had no care in the world right now. And nothing at this point really mattered to her.
She was in the bathroom cleaning her face with her towel when she heard a soft knock on the door. She wanted to ignore it so she didn't answer at first till the knock came again.
She angrily rolled her eyes, sighed and rushed towards the door. She opened the door and found a maid staring at her with a small smile on her face.
"Hello, Ma'am. Young Master Ronald asked me to come and call you downstairs for dinner," the maid said with a smile.
"I'm not hungry," Miranda replied simply. She was not in the mood to eat or talk to anyone. All she wanted to do right now was to just lay down in bed and pretend to be sleeping.
"But, Miss?"
"Didn't you hear me? I said I am not hungry. Just go and leave me alone!" Miranda shouted and the maid flinched.
She lowered her head and nodded slightly before turning away. Miranda slowly closed the door behind her, feeling a bit sorry for shouting at the maid the way she did. She sighed tiredly and walked toward her messy bed. She just threw herself onto it and groaned angrily.
The maid went back downstairs and reported what Miranda had said to her boss who just continued to eat as he sighed. The day had not being easy for either of them, especially Miranda and he understood that. He knew she would refuse to have dinner with him but wanted to try anyway.
"Thank you, Sheila. You may go," he said after the maid had reported to him.
"Yes sir. Please excuse me," Sheila said and headed toward the kitchen.
Ronald finished eating before he ordered one of the maids to send Miranda's food to her room. He wasn't going to let her sleep in hunger tonight even though she had specifically stated that she wasn't hungry.
After he was done, he went up to his room to take care of a few things that needed his attention.
Miranda was lying in bed, tossing and turning, while her mind continued to disturb her when she heard another knock on the door. She ignored it and decided to pull the blankets over her head.
But when she heard the knock the second time, she kicked the blankets off her body and angrily made her way toward the door.
"Yes?" She said to the maid she met at the door who was holding a covered tray in her hands.
"Young Master Ronald says to bring you this food," The maid simply said.
"I thought I told the first one he sent here to tell him I was not hungry."
"Yes, she did say that. But the young Master said I should bring it to you or keep it by your bed if you decide to eat it later. He says he doesn't want you to go hungry," she said.
Feeling very annoyed by the whole thing, I took the tray from her and sent her away. Then, locked the door behind me.
I just placed the food on the table beside the bed and went back to sleep.
I was just tired and wanted to have some rest. Is that too much to ask?