Nina POV
Minnie continues to stroke my back as a form of consolation for my tears. I sniffle and try to wipe my face, knowing that my makeup is all smudged, and my eyeliner has run down my cheek. My appearance must be deplorable, worthy of pity, and that's exactly what I want.
"How did this happen?" Emily asks, surprise evident in her voice.
I force a bit more of my tears, prolonging the wait for her to understand what happened. David sits on the couch on my other side. David hugs me, and I collapse into his arms.
"There must be an explanation, don't be like this," David comments gently.
"No. I don't want to marry him anymore!" I declare decisively.
"Ah, there it is," Emily grumbles in my direction.
"Sorry, Emily. But I won't subject myself to being married to someon
