The arranged wedding day finally arrived. Damian sat in a room wearing a full white suit. He stood in front of the mirror as he straightened his clothes, waiting for the time to come for him to go to the altar and wait for the bride.
Of course, this was the day Damian had hoped would happen. But with the woman he loved, not the woman of his mother's choice. He ever imagined that what he would see was Kylie walking towards him in a white dress. Smiling at him and them exchanging vows.
But that day would never come.
"Forget it, I shouldn't think about it anymore. Focus Damian, Morana is going to be your wife and not Kylie," he told himself.
He sat on one of the chairs and leaned back while massaging the bridge of his nose.
Knock knock
A knock on the door sounded, making him turn his head towards the door. "Come in."
The door opened and a nine-year-old girl entered the room. The girl walked up to Damian.
