Chapter # 7

And it came. The funeral of my non-existent feelings… and his too.

I looked at my reflection in the mirror, an aristocratic woman with enthralling looks. Beauty with such a charm she never wants to show. A ravish appearance that can hold any heart captive in them.

“Funny…”

But all those looks cannot hide those heartbroken emotions that are filling her heart as her whole being is cold as ice.

“Only if she wasn’t pathetic.” I muttered, Facades hidden behind those layers of makeup and the gorgeous dress.

No one is satisfied with my dress but I felt like it suits me well as it is showing what the future holds for me; darkness. I know it is nothing but a day of despair for me.

“This kinda looks great, don’t you- Oh, I am alone.” I paused, realizing I have no friends.

All I can do is to keep my calm as I hoped deeply in my heart that upon seeing me, Ryan will cancel the marriage.

Papa may have deceived him quite well by not telling anyone the name of the bride, even to the media