Mia's pov.
My dream wedding was spoiled. I wanted to get married on Xavier’s birthday. We had to reschedule it for a week later. But I was happy that, finally, it was happening, and Xavier was more alert and conscious this time. He desperately wanted to do everything right and do it perfectly.
My gown was recreated. This time we made it a small ceremony. Only close friends and family were invited.
My dad had been recovering slowly from the sorrow and trauma. I watched him cursing himself for all the mishappening. I spent time with him to make him feel he was not alone. I had seen him how much he loved Andrea.
Sometimes we couldn't help falling in love with someone destined to give only pain in return. Whenever I saw him crying silently, hiding in a corner, I felt pain. I knew he would
