Wrong marriage [+18]

Chapter 11

I don't even remember how the day flew by so quickly yesterday. In a whirlwind of excitement and urgency, we found ourselves darting from one bridal shop to another, determined to secure my wedding dress in record time. Consulting with store attendants became a rapid exchange of preferences and time constraints. The quest for the dress became a whirlwind of choices and decisions, all within the constraints of the imminent deadline.

I was in the bridal suite provided by the venue, trying to fight off my nerves. I think this is all getting actually real now, I am getting married in less than thirty minutes to the man I love the most. My hands were getting sweaty, my eyes were watery from the excitement, but I couldn't cry, I didn't want to ruin my makeup already. I took a deep breath and looked at myself in the mirror. I couldn't believe this was me.

My dress featured a classic round neckline, delicately framing my collarbones. The gown was adorned with thin, elegant straps that gracefully embraced my shoulders. The dress followed a sleek silhouette that accentuated my natural curves without being overly ornate. The choice of a round neckline and thin straps created a look that was both modest and effortlessly stylish for this special day. I was so lucky I was able to find this dress in my size, it was everything I could've wished for in such a short time.

As I stared at myself in the mirror I heard a knock on my door and hurried to open it. There was Abi standing in her silky red dress smiling widely at me, the sight of her made me even more emotional than I already was. I couldn't get married without her by my side, she was my person through everything.

"You already make me want to cry, you are so, so beautiful, doll, the most beautiful bride" she said to me and gave me a big hug.  I held her tightly in my arms, a few tears stinging my eyes as well. I don't know how I would've pushed this all off without her.

"And you are the sexiest bridesmaid I've ever seen" I lightened the mood with a small comment, and she responded with a soft chuckle, attempting to reduce the emotional intensity. As we pulled apart she closed the door behind her and took a quick look over the room.

The space was adorned with delicate floral arrangements and soft, ethereal drapery. Bathed in natural light filtering through sheer curtains. A plush sofa sat invitingly by the window, offering a cozy spot for quiet reflection. Mirrors adorned the wall and the air was infused with the faint scent of fresh blooms, adding a touch of romance to the room.

"In less than an hour I will become Mrs. Wallace, it feels so surreal" I said in a low voice, catching her attention again. Her smile was like a ray of sunshine, and as she took my hands in hers, I felt a sense of warmth spread through me. It was a silent gesture of reassurance, a subtle invitation to let go of my worries and find solace in her presence.

"A different last name won't change anything, you just need to enjoy the moment and let it all go" she said giving me a reassuring smile and I smiled back at her. No matter how hard I try to reassure myself that everything will stay the same, deep down, I know that it's inevitable—my entire world is about to shift. She sensed it too, yet she was doing her best to offer me comfort.