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For the first time since you returned home, you were completely alone.
Your mother had just left the room, along with Eun-Ji and your hair and makeup artists. You only had a few more minutes until you had to walk down the aisle, and they wanted to give you some time to reflect.
You wished they hadn't. You didn't want to be stuck in this private room, alone with your thoughts. Because none of them were good.
You gazed at yourself in the mirror in front of you. You had to admit, you looked gorgeous. If you looked this good for something that actually mattered.
Your makeup was done in a smoky, seductive look, dark eyeliner around your eyes with dark blue eye shadow, to commemorate your marrying someone from Obsidian. Your white gown with dark blue accents was a stunning mermaid-cut that hugged all around your hips and chest, and flared out around your ankles. You had wanted something form-fitting and sexy, while also being romantic. Of course, Eun-Ji had pulled through. Your hair was styled in a complicated top-knot that only took the genius hairdresser two tries to perfect. Everything was flawless.
Except the person you were getting married to.
However, had things changed? Last night had given you a small glimmer of hope that maybe, just maybe, your relationship with Minho wasn't completely destroyed, even after all these years of general vitriol towards one another.
You had made him smile, laugh even. That was something you hadn't accomplished in awhile.
You'd had a good time in his presence. And until you experienced it again, you hadn't realized how much you missed it. And as much as you hated yourself, you wanted this marriage - forced as it was - to work.
You wanted him to want to be with you. Even though you found yourself wanting to punch his nose in or scream in his face, you still cared about him. You cared what he thought about you.
