I am looking at the wedding gown on my bed which I will wear tomorrow at my wedding. The white fabric was soft and beautiful. I ran my finger over the upper part of that gown. It was a laced and full-sleeved floor-length wedding gown. He did not want to see that gown only because he wants to see me in that dress on our wedding day. Aunt Marsha kept a small jewelry box and told me I am going to put that ring on her nephew's finger. I did not say anything. She looked disappointed and wanted to say something to me. But I was not in myself to listen to her. She left after keeping the dress and jewelry boxes on my bed.
Why did he choose a white dress for our wedding? He is going to taint this dress with blood at the end. He blackmailed me into marrying him. I have no way left to run away from
