"Nah! I don't like this one either." I say, and if I can vividly recall, this is the fifteenth gown I am rejecting. I feel nothing bad about it, though. I am just after what my heart wants. I want something unique. Something that will make me look spectacular on my big day. "You don't?" I shake my head at Rita's question. "Come on, Tania! This is the third gown shop we are in, and you haven't liked any of the gowns you have fitted. Are you looking for a heaven-made gown or what? Let me ask, What's the picture of a mermaid gown that you are looking for?" Her reaction shows she is getting pissed off. I understand her, but what can I do? I just don't like all of these. This is the wedding we are talking about here—a special day that comes once in a lifetime. I want to look my best. I want to look spectacular to Andy. I want him to see the best version of me that he has never seen before. I want him to look at me that day as I walk down the aisle and fall in love with me a million times

It is freaking tomorrow! Tomorrow is the day. I can't believe I will be a married woman tomorrow. I look up to Andy. He has been feeding his warmth and pheromones on this couch for hours. I know he is eagerly awaiting the day, like I am. "It's so tempting to have you to myself like this, yet I can't make love to you." He beat me into talking first, tucking my hair behind my ears. "I'm trying so hard to..." he says, winking at me with his puppy eyes. "It's just a few hours away, hun." I lean into his face, aligning my lips with his. I bite my lower lip, put on my most seductive outfit, and look into his eyes. "Tomorrow, at a time like this, we will be in each other's arms as husband and wife. I will be all yours, and you will be all mine." I can feel his breathing becoming heavy. My! My beast must be so hungry. Too bad, the only thing I can satisfy him with right now is a savage kiss. I drop my eyes slowly to his lips, my fingers tracing his jawlines. I close the small gap between o

We sit down on the couch, trying to process portions of this impasse. Well, it's just me and Andy who have to absorb everything, because this bitch cannot convince me one bit that she doesn't know all this. She is affirming that she and Damian aren't together, but she can't deceive me. On top of that, she is asking to stay and be with her child. Ridiculous, right? If she has no ill motive at all, why ask to stay here? Why return only on the night of our wedding? She doesn't seem surprised by finding me in Andy's house at all, and the way she is swaying her hips and walking to the kitchen is a mocking gesture on my part. Can someone wake me up from this nightmare again? It's eight o'clock at night, and I am supposed to be happily resting, waiting for my big day tomorrow, but here I am, nursing a headache and unsure about tomorrow. What kind of game is this? "Babe, relax. I will fix this, okay?" Andy consoles, but unfortunately, tonight his words don't hold that convincing and relaxing

A broad, devilish smirk is plastered on her face. That smile a witch wears after casting a spell on someone. She has just done that, and now she knows the spell is working. She has won! Game well played, Maria! Again, yet again, she won over me!"You can stay." I mumble once again, and Andy snaps out of his state. I expected him to ask me why I was doing this. Why am I allowing Maria to stay? But he doesn't say a thing. Maybe this is what he wanted; he just didn't know how to say it. I have lessened the burden for him. Now he doesn't have to say it. For him and Angel, I am willing to dine with the devil and even dance with it if that is all it will take to see them out of harm's way. The annoying clicking sound of Maria's heels as she walks back to us again catches our attention once more. She must be doing it on purpose. "You are so intelligent and humane, my dear cousin. Exactly, just as I thought." She mocks us, standing in front of us, but her eyes are on Andy. "I knew you woul

A thousandth ring! I grit my teeth and switch the damn phone off.How annoying! I understand it's a shock for a wedding to be called off at the very last minute. I get it. It was unexpected! It's inconvenient, alarming, and unbelievable. But didn't we do enough explaining in the emails? What happened to people respecting others' decisions? We are not expecting any understanding from anyone. None at all! We get it. Who cancels their wedding on the morning of the big day, right? That's... Unbelievable. But it is what it is. They can call it crazy. Weird. Madness. Whatever name they want to give it,. The truth is, I will abide by whichever name they choose, and I won't try to defend myself or say anything against it. I have nothing to explain, because who would understand our predicaments, right? But is it so arduous to just accept and respect the fact that we have cancelled the wedding? Come on! I drag my numb legs to the kitchen. Actually, my body cells and nerves died last. I feel