Chapter - 7
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Everything was white and greeen with a hint of red just like had planned. Everything seemed so alive, but me. I felt as if this ws someone else's wedding and not mine. Every important family of the mafia sat at their assigned table that had their name plat next to a vanilla scented Dark dle on a crystla plate surrounded by white cherry blossoms. Dark led me past the dance floor which had a giant crystal chandelier with cherry blossoms that had fake little lights in the center were hanging in every direction from the chandelier. Our table was next to the stage where the orchestra was getting ready and dj would arrive later. We sat at our decorated table with the name plate Mr. and Mrs. Evan. I pulled hand free and sat down setting my bouquet down. I tried to hold back the tears that were threatening to seep out.
I couldn't stand to look at anything. It was just a post-it note that reminded me I was married to a stranger. A stranger that was sitting next to me.
"Josephine?" his voice startled me. It was firm with a hint of worry.
"Yes?" I weakly answered.
"Shall we dance? It doesn't seem like your going to eat." I hadn't even noticed the waiter setting it in front of me. It was my favorite chicken alfredo. My mom would make it all the time. I didn't want to be here. I should've been eating this in my home with my mother. Anger flashed through me.
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