The Wedding day.
Two days after we arrived in Paris, Bradley finished the final touches for our wedding. His assistant Martina came with her husband a day before our wedding day to stand as our witness. My gown was delivered and secretly placed in one of the guestrooms, and I still hadn’t seen it yet. I was wondering what it would look like or if it would fit on me.
I didn't have a dream wedding but now that I was getting married, I could not help but feel excited and at the same time nervous. I knew it wasn’t a love marriage but if I was to marry Bradley then I needed to learn how to work with this marriage. 'Was I ready for this? Was I sure about this?' I asked myself for like the hundredth time. Maybe I was having a cold feet, as what they call it.
But it was too late to back out now
