Ariana's POV;
"And this is the last spot, what do you think?"
That was Marissa.
I had spent about a week in Los Angeles at the time and I still had not seen Damien.
We had been out all day searching for a suitable reception venue. One that would be somewhat close to the church where we would exchange vows. We had a church in mind but Damien and I had to meet the Reverend first.
I stood in the middle of the grand ballroom.
"I'm not feeling it." I said after a while.
I truly wasn't. The hall could take up a large number of guests, it had bright chandeliers, it was everything any bride would wish for but I still was not feeling it.
"What's wrong Ariana? Are you getting cold feet?" She asked concernedly, placing her palm on my shoulder comfortingly.
I exhaled. How was I suppose
