Bridgette's POV
"You look so beautiful in your dress. You made a beautiful bride." I remarked as I stood before my mom, Margaret who was dressed and ready to be called to walk into the wedding hall.
"And you, my daughter, you are glowing in that dress. I bet you will look even more stunning than I do when it's time." She said with a smile and I nodded to that.
Romance was the last thing on my mind. I want to climb up the ladder of success so high that I will be untouchable. Only then will I consider romance. But I couldn't tell her that. Otherwise, she would go livid or become sober. It was her big day, I didn't want to do any of the above so I just bobbed my head with a smile.
We could hear the guests clatter at the other side of the door.
"I guess the hall is filled to its brim.
