There's lots of annoying things about this wedding.
This strapless lacy wedding gown that's sucking the air out of me. These stupid silver heels that I have to walk around in. Faking smiles for strangers. These are among the little things that make me want to skin myself alive.
But the most annoying part is every time someone asks me where the fùck my husband is.
It's been about twenty minutes since he just vanished. In those twenty minutes, I'm sure that I've gotten twenty thousand questions about his whereabouts.
I wish I could tell them that my husband vanished because he doesn't want anything to do with me. Because he thinks that this marriage is a fùcking mistake. A marriage that was his idea - not mine - his! A marriage that I refused at first. But because I desperately wanted re
