Filled with extreme anxiety which evoked a sensation of contempt in me. In the midst of high status people who are ready to judge a low girl’s existence.
“This feels like a dream.” I whispered to Tyler.
Me, who was never in the eye of anyone is now the center of their discussion and the only thing they have to talk about is-
‘How can Tyler marry someone like me?’
“You are my dream.” He whispered back. Even though Tyler is a supportive husband, I still feel insecure.
I know I shouldn’t pay attention to the words of people but the shred of stupid dignity inside me is hurt by their words.
“I still cannot believe I am your wife.” I said shyly.
My distressed gaze looked around to see but then I felt a hand over mine. I raised my gaze and saw Tyler, “Me too.”
He said sincerely as we be
