" Lola?” Ada enters the bathroom right after.
" I don't think things are going well like a fairy tale, right?”
I wipe away the last tear that insists on rolling down my face and look at the ring in my hand.
" Fairy tales don't exist, Ada. Now help me fix this mess. I tell her, and start trying to fix my bun, which has some loose strands.”
Ten minutes later, we leave the bathroom, and I do my best to make sure no one notices that I'm not as excited about this engagement. And that all I can think about is how I can escape this situation.
Mark can pretend in a scary way. It is incredible how he can deceive everyone, including me. He is a demon with an angel's face.
We go from table to table, receiving the greetings of the guests, and when I turn around and realize that the big moment
