•Epilogue•

After a month.

Dorothy's POV :

Wantedly or unwantedly, I stood at the aisle for the wedding. Looking at the people all around, whom I used to call the crowds and hated them, I clutched my hands tight on the corner of my designer gown which took quite a long time to be mend.

The cape sleeved gown which was showcasing my white arms, designed white floral designs from the V-lines neck to the thin slimmed waist and gradually, spreading finely and thinly on the flares of the gown.

I was constantly twitching the flower on the gown, due to nervousness.

" Oh! God Dorothy. Why are you so much nervous? You can do it, Dorothy," I motivated myself. It's not like this is my first time being together with him. It's just a wedding. 

" It's just a ceremony where you are marrying your husband again. Not more than that," I moaned at myself.

With a loud voice, a phrase was announced," And, the bride enters."

My heartfelt as if it would stop right at