Erica's POV
I stood in my mirror staring at the white dress I had on, with my makeup lightly done, and my hair packed to one side. I was beautiful on the outside but was a total wretch on the inside.
I had some point wishes at some point, I was the bride. I can't believe how my decision was about to change my life either for the better or the worst.
My mind drifted to the first time I saw Damian in my room back at the university, we had a connection. I knew he was always going to be the one that made my heart mad or merry. I knew he was always going to be that fire that I will gladly be consumed in.
I thought of how many troubles we have been together and the years we have spent apart. I can't believe this whole dumb idea came from me.
I heard a car horn from outside my apartment
