Bianca
The direction of my life dives down a major wrong turn this evening as I'm forced to practise being married to the man who's driving me up the wall.
Emma, Luca, Niko and I are in the car with Mass, the f*****g brute, driving us to Dimtri's home to fake our way through our wedding rehearsal.
Honestly, I have no clue why I'm attending this godforsaken fakery because I've barely put effort into this wedding. Truly, if it weren't for Anna, there wouldn't be a wedding to attend.
I have yet to try on the dress Anna measured me for. Ignoring the event for the last few weeks made it feel like this was a terrible dream that consciousness would break me away from. But here I am, sitting in the car, heading to attend the rehearsal of my nightmares.
I had hoped to win Niko over by now,
