CHARLOTTE’S POVIt’s strange how quickly life can pivot. One day, you are arguing with your mother about a future you don’t want, and the next, you are standing before a mirror in a wedding gown that doesn’t feel like yours, yet somehow it oddly fits.I always thought I’d run away if forced into something like this. But here I was, not running, screaming, or fighting.Just…. accepting.Maybe it was exhaustion. Or the way Aiden had looked at me the night we signed the marriage agreement. His eyes were quiet, guarded but not cruel. Maybe it was because deep down, I knew there was no going back. My father’s legacy was gone. My mother had made her bed and I was the final pawn left on the board.So I surrendered, but on my terms.I would walk into this with my head high, even if my heart dragged behind me.The morning of the wedding was calm. Too calm. No last-minute protests or soap opera-style objections. Just makeup artists, photographers, and my mother pretending this was every girl’s
Last Updated : 2025-07-30
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