I haven’t stopped crying since I woke up and heard that I was in Paris to get married. No one minded my tears. People came in to get me ready doing my hair and getting me dressed while I cried, but they couldn’t do my make-up since I would ruin it. They tried to calm me down, but I couldn’t and didn’t want to stop, stopping means they get to finish their job and I have to go get married. Everything was hitting me at once. Jacin is really dead and I won’t see him again, I’m pregnant and our child will never know Jacin, I’m getting Married to Micheal the manipulative monster. The one girl left probably to go and get my father. I didn’t care since they left me alone for a minute I walked over to bed and laid down. I don’t care about wrinkling this dress or messing up my hair. In the back of m
