"If I asked you to be my wife would you have said yes?" He asks me annoyed.
I shake my head. It's the truth.
"So I didn't fucking ask"
"You- cant just-"
"I can and I did, look at the pretty rock on your finger as proof"
I have the sudden urge t...
Maybe if it were under better conditions I'd appreciate it more.
I look out my window at the beach all set up for my big day.
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It is beautiful even I can admit that.
All my family are coming, cousins, uncles, aunties everyone. The only people who know I didn't actually have a say in who is at the end of the alter are my parents and my brothers.
My brothers who I didn't invite.
They would have tried to shoot Ivan dead and though for a moment I would delight in that I wouldn't delight in the chaos and destruction that would follow mere seconds later.
I allow one single tear to roll down my cheek.
Not for the fact my life is basically l ruined I'm over that.
For the fact I have to wear a black wedding dress.
I glance at the dress behind me.
It could be worse, the dress is breath taking.
I hope it takes Ivan's breath away.
And then he died of suffocation.
I glance at the clock.
10 minutes until I need to meet my father so he can walk me down the isle.
My hair has been curled and white flowers have been braid through it in a flower crown.
My makeup is light, Ivan can see my freckles should he chose to look closely. I like the eyeliner on my waterline, it makes me look scary.
I walk over to the dress and throw it on.
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I smile at my reflection. I like the dress it doesn't overwhelm me.
I'm wearing heavily diamond jewellery on my ears and as my necklace.
The dress is simple but beautiful at the same time.
I look around my room.
Kinda smashed now thanks to mother dearests mental break down.
