EXTRA; A WEDDING FULL OF INK
A year and a half later...
I looked at my left ring finger for the thirtieth time that day, still stumped that beautiful ring was even there. I still remembered well the day it all happened, of course my man hadn't changed at all and he still didn't know what romanticism is...
That morning I woke up to blinding sunlight coming through the window, for a moment before I opened my eyes I hated Christian a little for not drawing the curtains. I stirred in my sleep and heaved a sigh of pure unhappiness as I started to open my eyes, I was sleeping with my back to the door and to Christian so for a few confused seconds I didn't know why he was crouched by the bed looking at me like I was the most amazing thing in the world. Then the light hit something bright that
