|Arliah|
Despite the all-out support of my friends that I could choose whoever I wanted to be my husband, to be honest, I was still in doubt about choosing Red.
Like what my friends claim, his offer was the second best. Yet.. for some reason, something within me is whispering that I need to choose somebody else except him. It was like… danger is coming if ever I pushed through with my decision to choose Red.
Of course, I did not mind that agitation, at the thought I was only feeling nervous of what’s ahead after marriage. That the uneasiness was only due to stress at work.
But… all of those ‘warning’ gut feelings flew out of the window when I accidentally saw Red the night before our supposed meeting.
“Is that… Red?” I whispered to myself.
I was on my way to meet the last candida
