I stared out the window, fingering the silky white fabric in my hands.
"Miss, could you please let go of that? We need to adjust the dress a bit."
Hastily I dropped it and mumbled an apology. Today was the big day. Today was the day I would become a wife. Today was my wedding day. However, despite of the clear celebratory meaning to it, I didn't feel happy or excited at all. It wasn't that I didn't love Reagan. I loved him. I was sure of that. It was just that I felt as if someone had fastened a rope around my waist and was trying to pull me back. Maybe it was because of…….
I shook my head and tried to clear my mind. The past was the past. It was time to let go. Struggling to shoo my thoughts away, I glanced down at the small watch on my dressing table. We still had an hour before the wedding car. My dress was nearly done, and the hair and make-up artist only needed to recheck that everything was in place and neat. There was going to be time left for me to calm down and collect myself. I closed my eyes peacefully as the assistants milled around me, putting on the finishing touches.
"Bravado!" The make-up artist exclaimed. "Everything is set! You look beautiful, my dear!"
My family and friends came over to fuss and gawk over me, remarking that I looked more beautiful than ever. I waved my hand.
"Sorry guys, but if you could tone it down a bit, that would be great! I just want to sit quietly for a bit." I smiled apologetically at them, having ruined their excitement.
"Miss, could you please let go of that? We need to adjust the dress a bit."
Hastily I dropped it and mumbled an apology. Today was the big day. Today was the day I would become a wife. Today was my wedding day. However, despite of the clear celebratory meaning to it, I didn't feel happy or excited at all. It wasn't that I didn't love Reagan. I loved him. I was sure of that. It was just that I felt as if someone had fastened a rope around my waist and was trying to pull me back. Maybe it was because of…….
I shook my head and tried to clear my mind. The past was the past. It was time to let go. Struggling to shoo my thoughts away, I glanced down at the small watch on my dressing table. We still had an hour before the wedding car. My dress was nearly done, and the hair and make-up artist only needed to recheck that everything was in place and neat. There was going to be time left for me to calm down and collect myself. I closed my eyes peacefully as the assistants milled around me, putting on the finishing touches.
"Bravado!" The make-up artist exclaimed. "Everything is set! You look beautiful, my dear!"
My family and friends came over to fuss and gawk over me, remarking that I looked more beautiful than ever. I waved my hand.
"Sorry guys, but if you could tone it down a bit, that would be great! I just want to sit quietly for a bit." I smiled apologetically at them, having ruined their excitement.