The wedding day

An anxious-looking girl got to her feet. She was wearing a bridal gown that wasn't made perfectly.

She stood in front of the mirror and peered at her image with her blue eyes narrowed.

She repeatedly called a number on her cell phone, but the person she was calling never answered. Her face was not happy, and she had a sad expression on her face.

The bride-to-be, Safira, repeatedly attempts to get in touch with her half-sister, Melisa.

"I'm sorry Miss, but the young master waited for his bride and the rest of the guests at the altar for a very long time."

Her face turned panicked, her breathing even became erratic, and her hands raised as if signaling a need for more time. She was extremely frustrated with the challenging situation she was in right now.

The four women who would be the bridesmaids were no less panicked; their faces looked tense and frightened as if heavy pressure would soon overtake them. The three people were dressed in black suits with their hair neatly tied; they looked panicked because they were the ones who should have brought the bride to the altar. The more the bride-to-be was stalled for time, the more everyone in the room looked pale and scared. The make-up team looked scared as well.

They have every right to be terrified since, if they keep failing to bring the bride, the young master will become increasingly irate and even threaten to fire them.

"Marisa, please, you have to answer a call from me. Where have you been in your heart? Why are you ignoring me? You have to explain everything to me. You can't do this to me, Marisa!" Even though there is no response from the other side, she is still trying and talking on her cell phone.

"Miss, we don't have much time. You and the rest of us must descend and participate in the event."

"Oh, please, don't you understand how anxious and afraid I am right now? It's about marriage, about my life, and my entire life will be bound by the name of marriage." She spoke in a beseeching tone.

She went forward and made a respectful bow as someone entered wearing clothing that was slightly different from the other three, exhibiting a stern expression on her serious face. She serves as the butler.

"Your time has run out." She stated:

"Hah?" The woman displayed her lovely curved collarbone while donning a wedding gown with a Sabrina neckline. She has a stunning body and gorgeous clothing, but her unfriendly expression and desperate appearance make her look even more beautiful.

"The moment has arrived, Miss." After saying something, she offered instructions to the folks behind her by slowly moving her head in that direction.

To prevent the future bride from rebelling, the other three persons pressed closer to Safira while holding her hands together.

Ah! Oh, my God! Why is this happening to me, exactly? She yelled in her head, but her voice seemed to have become caught in her constricted throat since it didn't come out.

They walked and entered a white chamber to exchange the sacred wedding vows, but in the end, she had to give up and follow the people who had dragged her out of her hotel room and into the ballroom.

I want to attend college, I want to have a fulfilling career, and I want to rule the big city, but why are all of my ambitions crumbling before my eyes? All of this—was it just a dream? I must get up, Safira! Get up! She continued to deny everything that she saw, including the fact that all the tables were filled with guests although it wasn't particularly busy.

Oh, God! What have I done, and why am I experiencing all of this? All the negative emotions erupted in her chest, and she appeared incredibly anxious and furious. She was battling with herself, but she was powerless to leave this odd environment.

"The bride has shown up,"

Everyone, including the groom and priest, is focusing on her.

However, she was unable to hear what the priest, who was in front of her, was saying.

"God's favor arrived, and we all served as witnesses."

She didn't even care who the man, who was currently seated next to her at the altar.

Safira, who was perplexed by the odd circumstance, cast a frustrated glance at the man seated next to her. That attractive face was not joyful.

Although the wedding ceremony was revered and lovely, her soul wasn't there.

White garlands were used throughout the room's decor.

There are only a few tables here and a few people.

The delighted guests admired the handsome groom. They thought the groom's face was amazing and that he appeared flawless.

Who doesn't know the man who is 185 cm tall? He was dressed in a nice French-made cream wedding cloth and looked extremely dapper.

The guests were in awe of the groom, who appeared to be without even the slightest imperfection, and they muttered.

"Describe the bride, please."

The expressions of the guests changed as they whispered.

"They had heard reports that the bride, in contrast to her spectacular groom, was not a very good person."

"Rumor has it that the groom's family did not give their approval."

"Isn't she a lucky girl to be able to marry the young master? Has she ever saved the world?" A guest mumbled while sporting an envious expression.

Everyone believed that the bride was moved by the priest's speech about this unusual wedding because Safira's face was holding back tears.

They believed she was far too content with her fortunate existence.

"She could wed the ideal young master, a lovely man. Isn't that one of life's accomplishments?"

But that is all incorrect!

She was upset, she wasn't joyful. Please don't misinterpret, guests.

Safira's expression darkened, and she was unable to control her emotions any longer.

The guests became even more perplexed and misunderstood as a result of that odd expression.

"Wow, the future happiness and money she will experience make such an impact on her!"

"Despite not receiving the groom's family's approval, she was undoubtedly very proud."

Safira could still hear some whispering going on around her.

What is each of you saying?

How blessed! I've never had a worse fate than this one! Safira was extremely irritated by the guests' insignificant whispers, which she could hear and which caused her ears to flush. However, she was only able to scream in her head.

"One of life's delights is marriage. But why did this happen to me, exactly?" The time has come for her to give up, she murmured with sad eyes.

Safira raised her head and turned to face the man who was next to her, muttering to herself that it was enough.

The veil that hid her face in an ivory tint caused her brows to furrow.

Turning to face her, the groom caught his first glimpse of his future wife's face.

"Hey, you look really good, but.. may I ask who you are?" As she questioned the groom, who was now staring at her face with a blank gaze, the man forced a grin on his attractive face, making Safira's face look even weirder.

The visitors appeared perplexed.

"Is she so impatient that she even appears to be admiring the young master's face?"

"She is lucky to be able to appreciate that perfect face for the rest of her life."

Your whisper is audible to me. Stop voicing your ideas; you're just making me angrier! She was outraged as she closed her eyes with gritted teeth.

"I welcome you with both happiness and sorrow, joy and regret." The priest spoke again in the hopes that the bride would pay attention to her wedding vows and obey his instructions.

The groom continued to glance at his bride's face as the woman remained mute.

The bride's icy palm was seized by the groom standing next to her.

The groom kissed the back of the bride's hand and then said, "Sorry, she's a shy woman.

Hearing the words of the Priest the guests cheered enthusiastically in awe.

Safira's body shook, and for a brief moment, her heart appeared to cease beating.

My God! I may pass away!

The groom's kind words caused the priest to grin. "You can kiss her now because she is your wife."

The bride's thin shoulders and waist were going to be touched by the groom, but

"Hah!"

The bride yelled and sobbed. She could no longer resist when the priest asked the groom to kiss her; her patience had run out.

She is frustrated by everything and doesn't comprehend the marriage or the sudden environment!

The girl vented the resentment and rage that had been building within her.

Safira is sobbing now.

All of her dreams looked to be destroyed and buried with this marriage!

The girl cried out loudly, crouched down, and collapsed to the ground.

All the guests were taken aback, and the groom could only grimace cruelly while attempting to pacify the few visitors.

He tried to hold back his blush, but for the time being, he was unable to. He has a grilled prawn's face. The man attempted to take Safira's hand and compel her to accompany him.

As he took her hand, Safira resisted and remained where she was.

"Let me leave!" She resisted and demanded that her hand be freed.

"Join me, please!" His smile appeared awful.

Safira is pulled firmly along by the groom as he leads her to the elevator down the corridor.

Her wrist was being held tightly by his hand as she fought against it.

He called the floor number once they entered the elevator. The hold on Safira's wrist didn't let up and just got stronger.

"I'm hurt by you! Give up holding my hand!" She was irritated.

The man was unconcerned. He yanked Safira's hand hard. walked the girl to a room down the hall.

"God, please let me go. You made me suffer and cry." With tears streaming down her cheeks, she cried.

After locking the door, the man brutally slammed Safira's body into the bed.

Safira cleaned her flaming wrist. Even more irritated and pathetic, she was annoyed.

She sobbed once again and uttered the following: "My hand has been harmed; let go. If you don't let me go, I'll scream and the police will arrest you!"

The girl's face was still covered in tears, and both her lovely clothing and her face and body were covered in messed-up makeup.

"What will you do? You know you make me look bad." Safira started crying more as the man yelled at her.

Even more, tears were shed, and her screaming roar continued to rise.

"Oh my God!" The man muttered angrily. "Stop sobbing," His palms were placed over his ears. "You ought to fall to your knees and ask me for forgiveness!"

"how do you say that, I'm the one who's being hurt here!" She sobbed and wanted to run away from this stranger because she felt so pressed and terrified by him.

"Ak! This girl is crazy!" Oh, how is this going to end and change his reputation as a cool young master? He was enraged and annoyed by his bride's tears.