Shane
I seethed as I made my way to my bedroom, shutting the door loudly behind me.
I couldn’t believe the audacity Celia or whatever her name was, had.
It was too bad that for someone so beautiful, she had such a rotten personality. She caused a scene at our wedding by throwing wine all over her sister and now, she smashed a vase on the floor just because she was mad that her sister showed up.
Who loses their cool like that?
I really disliked bullies and entitled people. What gave her the right to smash a vase which clearly did not belong to her, all in a fit of petty rage?
I already disliked her so much, but I knew deep down that I did not just dislike her because of all those things I witnessed. There was another reason.
Days before our wedding, I had overheard her arguing wit
