I'm surrounded by over a dozen stylists, wearing my white wedding dress, the makeup was subtly done just how I like it. I'm looking the prettiest I've ever been but my heart felt like it was breaking into pieces.
I can't believe I'm doing this, marrying a man who doesn't love me. How can I fully give myself to him when he won't do the same?
" You look divine," Cries my best friend, " I know this isn't the kind of marriage you wanted but it will be alright,"
I nod, trying to be strong but a tear rolls down my cheek and Maya wipes it away quickly.
We go outside and get in a limo to go to church. Maya opens a bottle of champagne and starts to drink, gives me and I do the same, hoping it will help with the nerves.
I take a breath and get out of the car, I smile when I see my parents
