Lisa's POV
The groom of the day is waiting for the bride patiently on the bridal arbor as I enter the church and make my way slowly toward the altar without the best woman but with my arms around my grandmother's.
I have a veil over my face and am carrying flowers. I've dropped my head in shame and remorse.
I regret not having this as my dream. The embarrassment of doing this and not having the guts to cancel last-minutely, explain the situation to Grandma and wait for the right guy for me.
the guy who would be eagerly anticipating having me as his wife and waiting for him at the altar. A guy who would really adore me and never do anything to make me feel unhappy or tear up.
Shame for allowing Grandma to do this. guilt for not being honest with her. guilt for lying to her continuousl
