Love From the Hotel Lobby

Chapter 1 Antonella "You're a bastard, Daniel! How could you do such a thing? Is that why you're late to the ceremony?? At your own wedding?! You were busy to run your w***e, right? I curse you to die on your way in, trash!” and I nervously turned on my heel, slamming the hotel room door behind me where my future husband was cheating on me with my best friend! Ouch! They are miserable! I hate them from the bottom of my soul, with every cell that is left alive in my body! I feel like I'm falling apart from the inside… I feel the speed of my blood slowing down with every heartbeat… my body is about to give out and pass out on the stairs of this damn hotel where I was supposed to be happy and fulfilled today! The most beautiful day in a woman's life must be the day when she is a bride and vows eternal love with the man she loves... in my case, this day is the worst day of my life! I wouldn't wish on my worst enemy to go through something like that! Seeing Daniel loving Maya so passionately made me realize that there is no perfect man in this world! He contradicted all the good opinions I had about him and his perfection! He slapped me so realistically, probably to show me how naive and blind I could be about him! I ran like a rabid blind man up the hotel stairs until I gave in and fell onto the soft royal blue carpet. I felt like I was sinking into her like I was sinking into quicksand .. only I was sinking into pain, despair and disappointment, not some poor innocent carpet! My beautiful and elegant wedding dress was now my worst enemy! I hate her as much as I hate Daniel! How I hate Maya, my good childhood friend, the one who was like a sister to me until today! Or at least that's what I thought... I want to get rid of this dress as much as I want to get rid of all the memories built with Daniel! “Ahhh! I hate you! I swear I hate you like I never knew a heart could hate!" I cried as my eyes struggled to escape the torrential tears that were drowning them mercilessly. I pulled hard in every direction and began to fray the fine lace of the dress which seemed to be constricting me like a snake to the point where it would leave me breathless. I am convinced that the sight of me in tatters was more beautiful than my inside, where my heart was not only shattered but also bloody... A hotel employee was passing by and spotted me wailing in agony. The truth is that in a luxury hotel with an international reputation, you don't often see betrayed brides rolling around, mourning their disappointment in the broken hall as if in a palace. He shyly approached me, probably to ask me to leave there, not to disturb anyone... but when he bent over me, my breath was taken away. His perfume enveloped me in strange and overwhelming emotions. I didn't have to look up to meet his eyes! I made the biggest mistake the moment I lost myself in the crystal blue ocean of his eyes! Dear good! Is this gorgeous man real? Or is it some fallen angel from heaven, Sent to soothe my wounds? If so, I promise never to lick them myself again! Until today I didn't believe in love at first sight, but it seems that the Universe doesn't want me to be so atheistic about fate! Indeed, my brain has lost its mind! How can I be stuck looking at him when I'm actually a cheated bride on my wedding day?