m

he turns to look at me before eyeing my dress and my face; causing my cheeks to slightly flush

e joining us today,'' One of the

as a gesture for me to sit down. He pulls the chair to the back, letting me sit in my ow

ing all excited over a compliment. The truth is, I feel like jumping up and down due to his compliment; I'

rfectly which define her natural curves. I hold onto her hand, ''You look n

a, you look absolutely beautiful and I'm glad that the dress fits you very well. Red is defini

queen only invited her closes friend as she does not want mum and I to feel a little bit pushed by her welcoming. Almost

forgotten that it's very impolite to stare as I continue to look at him and see the way he frowns just by

eyes meet and they start to look deeply into one another as if we can go through each o

mother says besid

ise an eyebrow

saw it all. Don't need to be shy or hide those things away from me, it's normal

ere's also no such things as love at first sight because it does not exist. Humans are attracted to attractive people and love at first sight

mma. A mother know

hat we might end up in another awkward situation which I highly want to avoid. Even though I felt him loo

straight with being near all those people—they looked at me and they started to talk but I hardl

w my eyebrows at the sight of him—catching a glimpse of his eyebrows frowning in worry but I stay s

widen instantly, surprised at his figure. Then, he chuckles, ''I'm sorry to scare you but you look

ine,''

's appealing enough to attract someone. He looks deeply into my eyes but I find it slightly uncomfortable, ''I've learned from ex

each other but my stare is

concern but I don't need it at the moment or any other moment, to be honest. I'm good,'' I speak, ta

miling once more. Then, he continues to walk down the

rprises me most is the look on Emery's face. It shows how he's worried and troubled which confuses me slightly. As for the q

know that better than anyone else including father. He's too caught up with the promise he made with his father years ago

nd sometimes the sacrifices me make are worth it. Trust me,'' She says, trying to persuade Emery into something but I stay s

yalty or not. Divorce is very out of topic for someone like us, I know that so I don't want to choose something that I might regret one

beautiful, smart, stunning and anything that a man could ask for. What is it that you don't want to marry her?

t seconds before I can make my way down the hall, I start to hear them talk once more a

can force upon myself. I can't love her, mother. When I look at her, I just don't see myself loving her in a way that a husband shou

will come

do, if only the agreement isn't important enough and if only I can cancel the whole thing, wouldn't that be

want to force himself to love me when he feels absolutely nothing—I would do the same too. It's impossi

st happiness I still manage to feel now; he won't love me, that's the answer. He'll keep on pushing me away

son, I can s

er I'll be able to accept his flaws because we barely know one another. It goes the same for hi

ng my stuff inside without hesitating. I look up to see my mother entering the room with a surpri

a loose shirt with cardigan out—wanting to change out of this dress. As I make my way towards t

ther calls out

hroat as I glance towards her direction and tying my hair up into

urn around to see Emery standing near the door as he looks at me as he clenches his jaw. I let o

with your daughter?'' He asks without breaking the eye contact with me and withi

ft with

time after being here for a few hours, I finally have the courage to look straight and deeply into h

s definitely not what I want right now. Look, Emma, I know you heard what I said earlier with my mother and some

nutes without realising because we're both busy staring into each other's eyes yet I come to notice and remember the words he

t I have probably forgotten when I came here today. You brought back reality and I should thank you. We're two different people, Emery and I don

k at what happened today, you'll forget about me and I'll forget about you. Eventually, we'll meet someone new and come to appreciate that we did not get married to each other becau

s onto my wrist, making me turn back at h

he least I can do after causing you so much trouble coming here

droom—leaving me staring at the spot he stood, confirming my choice. It doesn't matter if I'll keep on thinking a

somehow, does he