Blakely's POV
I was standing in front of the mirror, staring at my own reflection. My eyes were lifeless. My expression was blank. There was no hint of happiness and excitement on my face as I stood there, wearing the wedding dress that Serra designed for me.
My heart was clenching inside my chest as if it was being choked to death.
I'm getting married today. My parents were excited for me as if they're the ones getting married.
“Miss Blakely, the bridal car will come any minute from now.”
I looked at the maid standing behind me to inform me about the arrival of the bridal car. I just nodded at her and she immediately closed the door.
I bit my bottom lip, staring at my own reflection again. The temptation to run away was getting intense as I remembered the conversation
