Anna
Everyone always dreams about a perfect wedding — hair neatly tied into a bun with a crown on it and your best friend holding your gown. The perfect partner awaits you by the altar and after that, you go to your dream vacation— the perfect location for your honeymoon and a spontaneous wedding night with your prince charming.
But, I guess that's not me.
Patrick somehow managed to forget these details and now, I am sitting in front of the mirror in our bedroom, looking at my miserable self whose husband zoomed off at the reception and is yet to come back home.
How come he is like that? He didn't bother calling my phone or even care to know if I exist.
Eleanor had to take me home, the guests murmured, whispers flying in the air because my darling husband left me behind.
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