Rhea had always pictured being married in church, wearing a big white dress with a lot of frills, with beautiful makeup and a long veil. She had always imagined that her father would walk her down the aisle with soft music playing in the background.
She had always imagined that all her family members would be in attendance, that she would invite all of her friends from college, that RM would be her maid of honour, she had imagined she would have to force her best friend into a dress.
She had imagined she would carry a bouquet of white lilies. She had imagined that it would be the happiest day of her life, that she would have a never ending smile on her face.
Most of all she had imagined she would be in love with the man she was to marry, that he would be handsome and tall, with a das
