Adriana's Marriage

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Here comes the bride short, fat and wide. Ga ka tshoga. So two days until the big day and you guessed it right, I'm scared shit less. What am I going to wear? Should I wear something casual? Formal? Vintage? Wait, stupid it's my wedding. Obviously I have a wedding suit, honestly I forgot about that.

I mean you would if you were in my shoes yesterday. So after that little debacle with Paul and the file, I ended up face deep in the pillows will Paul made love to me, sike that's a lie. But I will tell what went down yesterday. So that little intimate incident, that was totally not my fault made Paul arrange for me, no that's not the right word, he ordered me to sleep with him in his bed after the wedding. I know he'd think it's a punishment, but little does he know how I'll enjoy watching him in the morning and that's creepy as hell by I do not give a flipping shit.

Who doesn't watch their husband or wife in the morning when they wake up. I was surprised I'll tell you that but inside I knew very well how happy I was to have him 'order' more like do me a favor, a huge one at that. So like I said two days until I get married, the house or rather mansion is already taking in the beautiful dark fantasy I drew upon three days ago.

For dark colors to be a header for dark emotions and thoughts, it's turning out to be a beautiful color, if used properly and for a joyous occasion like this. I don't and will never understand people who segregate and limit the color black and it's cousins to death and demonic acts, I get that those are dark arts , but really. In my opinion that's just a human being's opinion and myself I don't care and will not follow some stupid opinion made by a group of cult idiots. The guests of my wedding will be and are probably shocked, because the invitations are dark themed, you'd ask if you were truly attending a wedding and not a funeral.

Yes I realize I said my wedding is joyous, some may disagree when they find out the true reason behind. But my true realization is that, Paul may seem all aloof and shit, but I know deep down he just wants to be loved and have that attention given to him. Myself, well it's quite simple, I'll further like to give emphasis on the wording I've been using for the past three days, Paul is the man I'm willing to fall in love with. I do not in any way care of how we started our relationship but I know for a fact this is going to be one hell of a ride.

A marriage between two stupid idiots, what could go wrong, oh wait I may die. That's only if my assumptions about Paul are wrong and he is indeed in the mafia or something or that he doesn't have an ounce of affection for me. But that's not for me to dwell into, but like I said at the beginning I'm pretty much scared. I'm about to be tied down to a man I clearly didn't know before last month.

Obviously my mother is invited to the wedding, like I said she's not a bad mother, I was mad at first but now I'm ok with everything. I mean if I don't end up loving Paul like a legal partner should, I still have his money to spend. Paul is weird, because I'll be getting an allowance every month after we get married, if I remember correctly I'm already, my mother actually is already indebt with the man so why is he giving me money for free, oh right, so that I dig my own grave and still remain indebted to him. He's a sly genius that one. 

You promised the world and I fell for it.

Let's just say I'm more than welcome to spend my monthly allowance like a hoe, because for one I know I'm not going to run away from my gorgeous multi-billionaire husband. I mean he's catch me pretty quickly if and when he wants to. Less talk about my wedding and more talk about my school, because that bitch Aiden scolded me for throwing Marcus on Hime yesterday, but bitch deserved that totally. You cannot and will not try to talk to me after cheating on me and thinking I'm the bad bitch for moving on. Motherfucking cunt, that bastard bitch thinks he has the right to yell at me and I'm so getting revenge today at school, I don't care if I get into trouble I'm murdering a hoe and getting away with it.