“I am a bad daughter,” Chelsea muttered for the thousandth time tonight.
Her head was rested on Kyla’s chest as they watched a movie.
Since the wedding is happening at the large garden of the Benson's estate, they are spending the night here.
“Stop saying that,” Kyla whispered, stroking her blonde hair.
“What should I do? I’m starting to not want to let go of Micheal.”
“Then tell your mother, Chelsea.”
“Sounds easy to say,” Chelsea asked. “What am I supposed to tell her? That her lovely selfish daughter screwed everything up a day before her wedding? She looked so happy tonight; it’s been a long while since I have seen that big smile on her face.”
It’s rare to see Chelsea break down in tears; seeing her this way broke Kyla’s heart.
She’d only read novels about these love strugg
