My mum yelled at me for nearly an hour asking why I decided to sleep at the time I was supposed to be getting ready. She asked why I locked my door that day of all days when I knew there was only one key card to my room. She told me how everyone is already waiting for me at the altar, scared I wouldn’t show up, scared something had happened to the vehicle driving me there. My dad’s reaction wasn’t any different, he didn’t say much though but his expression said all he didn’t.
Makeup artist and other people that are supposed to dress me up got to work the minute I walked out my en-suite door. My mum even wanted to enter the bathroom with me just so I wouldn’t take longer than necessary but I locked the door behind me immediately. Her nagging continued when I walked out of the bathroom. I
