Julia’s POV
“Julia!” I heard George yell from the hallway but my face was buried deep into my pillow as my tears soaked it up.
My body was limp. Upon reaching the penthouse, I simply threw myself on the bed, letting my emotions overwhelm me.
I tried so hard to avoid drama yet it found me on my wedding rehearsal. What if I was cursed? What if this is a testament to me not being able to handle a relationship? After all, my first marriage ended in shambles.
What if I was fated to be lonely with grey hair to die alone and childless? Thank God I had Phil by the corner.
What if Love wasn’t for me and I was just wasting my time?
So many what-ifs stormed my head as I kept making up bizarre scenarios in my head. It was making my head spin with a migraine.
The doorknob turned open and I
