I woke the next morning.
The day that was supposed to be my wedding day.
I didn’t cry.
My heart thumped in my chest as I sat up and blinked. Bright rays of sunlight poured in from the open window, the curtains hadn’t been shut.
I grumbled to myself as my feet found the floor. Six am.
Yesterday’s events came rushing back to me and I felt sick to the pit of my stomach.
Suddenly the door was knocked and Victoria’s voice came through from the other side.
“Morning, we have to get going. We leave in ten minutes. There’s some clothes for you in the bathroom. See you downstairs, pronto.” She said.
I rubbed my eyes.
Ten minutes.
I forced myself to stand up and go into the en-suite. Sure enough there was a pair of grey jeans and a black tank top hanging up. I stared at it and then
