i have plenty of ideas in my head, so why not write them down?
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After months of anticipation, the day had finally arrived.
Unfortunately, I was not happy. Not in the least nervous. And no where near excited.
Eight months ago, my father had introduced me to a man- a wealthy, young, handsome man named Carter Blanchard. Two weeks later I was moving in with him, and the following month, a large engagement banquet was thrown. It felt so odd that time had flown by so fast. I had prepared myself to get married by the end of next year, when I had plenty of time to sit back and get used to it all.
"Lauryn, you look beautiful," Mrs Blanchard gleamed.
I didn't feel beautiful.
The floor length mirror attached to the reception's backrooms showcased my ravishing dress, handmade to be both simplistic but royal-like. It wasn't how I pictured my wedding dress to be. Heck, I didn't even pick this damned dress.
I took deep breathes, noting everything wrong with this dress on me. The over-accentuation of my collarbones with the off-shoulder sleeves, the widening of my arms, the length of the gown making my legs seem way too long. And this stupid veil- it was too long, too itchy. It's decorations got caught in my twirled hair. I hate this dress.
But no one seemed to notice that hatred, not even my mother.
"I can't believe my little girl is getting married," she cooed, stepping up on the little makeshift stage made for my preparation. She pinched my cheeks, and quickly wiped away stray tears on her cheek. I forced a smile to support her as much as I could.
The bustling of the seven bridesmaids behind me stopped at the site of the mother-daughter bonding moment.
"Mom-"
"I know Lauryn, you're not a little girl anymore, you're grown up now. But you'll always be my little girl; my little daisy running through the park." My mother burst into tears again. A photographer quickly got a snap of the moment, completely ruining it for me.
I wish this would happen at a wedding where I want to be the bride.
Don't get me wrong- I love weddings. I attended three just last year, I loved everything about the joy of the newlyweds, the pride of the parents, the bliss of the friends. It was great when both sides of the couple wanted to be with each other. I just didn't want to be with Carter. He isn't who drives me insane with a smile or turned on with a smirk, he just isn't that guy.
My father's business needed money, Carter's business had it. With previous business transactions between the two being successful, who's to say one more wouldn't hurt? Carter was lonely- young and handsome, and lonely. My father has me, a young and (according to some) beautiful and single woman. It was an easy deal that could be done with soon.
