The day I dreaded finally came, I was going to meet the man I was supposed to marry. I haven't even lived my life to the fullest and am already getting married. It's not fair that I didn't get to decide on who I'd choose to marry
These thoughts flowed through my head as I sat by the dressing table, I wanted to cry but I couldn't. If I cried my makeup would be ruined and I don't want anyone to see me cry.
I looked at myself one more time, when I was little I used to think I'd fall in love and get married to the love of my life. But it turned out like this, forced to wear a wedding dress. My thoughts were discracted when I heard a voice call out to me.
Should I do a part 2
