As I showered, sulking at my fate; there were giggles as few women entered my room. I came outside and they smiled at me politely until they gasped pointing at my face.
“Ignore it please.” I mumbled and sat there as the women did wonder with my hair and make-up.
This feeling was hollow. Getting ready for one’s wedding must be exciting for the bride; a joyful moment and a moment to look their best for their husband. For me it was nothing like that.
It was reminding me that I wasn’t a human but a puppet under my family’s claw. My to-be husband shared the same agenda as my grandpa which definitely wasn’t about me or my happiness but the downfall of my professor. Illogical as you may see but their desire was strong enough to neglect any valid reason.
Others would have been crying with joy
