Chapter twelve - Olíviah (Part one)

The big day had arrived, and I was finally getting to know the feeling of being happy and sad simultaneously. It was strange but it was also possible. To have two feelings at the same time, so opposite.

It might sound crazy, but yes, I was happy because I was getting married. Ok, it wasn't the man I was madly in love with, but I had always dreamed of my dress and everything else that makes a bride happy.

On the other hand, this was my sadness, I was going to marry Miguel Henrique, the most detestable of the detestable men on earth. Instead of improving, on the contrary, our relationship only got worse. Miguel seemed to have snapped, or rather he seemed to have woken up and gone back to being the same old idiot, the ogre, the one who lived at parties, had lost his chivalry and his irony had increased.

But you know that saying that goes like this: "When a woman is angry, she doesn't sleep, she spends the night together with the thousands of other women inside her planning revenge"? So,