Victoria
Disgust.
That was what I felt.
Disgust.
It hit me hard and strong like an alarm.
Something very glaring and persistent even though you hate it. It still doesn't change the fact or go away.
I can't turn it off.
I don't know if this was actually as a result of my pregnancy that I was feeling disgust staring at myself in the mirror on my own wedding day.
It's supposed to be my happy day. My excitement day. A great and fun filled day for me.
A day I'll never forget for the rest of my life.
In my wedding dress.
This whole thing felt like a joke to me. A big fat joke.
And it's on me.
I was going to be known as a married woman by the end of the day.
I wasn't going to be a single girl anymore. I would be known as Alessandro Rossi's pregnant wife.
Hot tears poured down from my eyes as I wiped them away immediately and applied more concealer to my cheeks and neck to hide Alessandro's hand prints from my body.
I took extra caution in concealing my bruises from yesterday.
