LAUREEN'S POV
The journey to the reception was a quiet one as Tristan refused to speak to a crying me. I wept so much in the car that when we got to the reception ground which was my father's compound I had to be led to my room for a change of dress and a redo of makeup.
This time around I wasn't dressed like my sister. I rejected her reception gown and wore the original gown I designed for myself to wear at my sister's supposed wedding.
The team had to help me do another round of makeup, knowing I still had to look like the person I was in church. I took a look at myself in the mirror to make sure I was looking my best. Arranged marriage or not, I was going to blow their minds off.
I felt like a different person, this person looking at me was not the quiet and reserved Laureen, it was
