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"Aren't you going to walk me down the aisle?" I ask.

"For what? I don't like you."

I huff. "Whatever. You need to get over the fact that Natasha isn't here anymore."

"Yes, you are her replacement but you will be treated much worst. I'm not even sorry for you. I can tell from that attitude of yours you have no friends."

"Who need friends? They were all jealous of me."

"I'm sure they were." She walks away after her words.

I frown after her, then begin to walk to the distance for the little room, out to the garden.

The place it hot and there are bugs everywhere.

My eyes wonder all around. I am disappointed by what I see. Here I am thinking that the backyard is well decorated and that there will be people, but instead it is just the altar where Leo stand has a long red cloth beneath his feet. And the only persons around are two of his bodyguards and the pastor who seem to have other places to be.

This is not how I picture my wedding day, then again, this isn't how I picture anything.

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