Dua's POV.
A whole week has past by. The day of my engagement has arrived. I can't believe I'm going through this again. Last time it happened I was beyond happy. I was beaming and smiling the whole day. My dress was chosen after days and days of roaming around the markets. My makeup was done to perfection. My hair let loose it fell on my back like caramel waterfall. The peacefulness subsided the slight guilt I felt for manipulating baba to allow me to marry kashan.
But... Now..... Now it all seems like a facade that I have to pull up for the people. MY smile may look real but I know how much my face hurts from smiling so bright. My dress is perfect but I don't know why I feel ugly wearing it. My makeup yet again done to perfection but I can still see the ugly me and not the makeup. My hair is done in an elegant design and left open. All in all I look pretty to the world's eyes but my eyes they can still see the broken,used and ugly girl. The dress and makeup don't make me feel wort
