A week passed like a blink of an eye. I didn't even realize when Christmas came and went as I was in the hospital under Doctor Johnson's supervision who was different from what I assumed.
No fun-loving, he kept masking sternness over his face and treated me like other patients. No special gesture even after I was going to marry Asher Patrick.
And according to him, I needed proper bed rest and a stressful environment. So I got caged in the hospital.
Sometimes I felt my mother was nearby, however whenever I opened my eyes, no one used to be there.
Well, today is 28th December which means three days for my wedding. I don't know how I should feel about this event.
Nervous or excited?
I am just looking forward to that day when Asher would make me wear a ring and as he always says, I would
