ing I was sleeping on the be

see bright lights from the outside glimmering inside the room. I slowly stand on my feet, feel

ke he's not in the room at all, maybe he has left for work. Isn't he a musician? I thought they only needed t

body coupled with my butt which was the most affected part from the fall since I tum

this heavy wedding dress and take my bath. I want some warm water to run through my body, and I am sure it will help cool it down. The p

t's my husband because it's not possible for him to knock before entering our room. And about the members of this family, I only met them at the chapel today and haven't gotten re-acquainted with any of

to open the door. I gently amble towards the door and draw it open. My eyes fall on a tan skin girl wi

w her head before flashing a very bright smile.

Like I said, I am not an outsp

e is stunned to see me in my wedding dress, looking slightly tattered and weary. Her reaction is something expected of her, anyon

ght like the previous one, I think that's because her head is occupied with many questions of why am still

l come down

owed her head once

ope to get used to it.... I hope to get used to this new life that I found myself into. I have never lived in thi

ber that I should've asked her about where my clothes

look good if anyone sees me still in my wedding dress. Not knowing what to do, I just close my door.

It took me a whole two minutes for it to finally occur to me that the closest might be

y other things aligned in sequence as if it's a shopping mall. I can't believe that all these belong to just one person .... How can someone be this rich? Others have a compati

ach other. The distance between us is wide and deep. As a popular celebrity that he is, I believe he sees it as an eyesore to marry someone like me... someone so far from what his world looks

be part of his life even though I am married to him. At the same time, I don't know why I feel

to his and I am not complaining because I've not worn this type of delusive dresses in the nineteen years of my life or own this much

e compared to how lissom my body is. I can't say otherwise, I think Mr Williams is an angel into my life. Just in

e my bath. I walk to the bathroom, not forgetting to tie the white towel I saw to

l with things there. I tried my best and found out how to put on the water

xed, now I feel alive. I didn't spend as much time as I w

as my husband walked in gracefully but his feet stuck on the floor the moment his eyes met my half naked self. I gasped and quickly threw my

ale, damp skin and I feel like disappearing due to how shy I am, also

ed. I wanted to run back inside the bathroom but I couldn't move my body, it's as if I was glued to that position. I don't know why I feel this way when he's not even clo

o pierce through my soul. Finally, after something that seems like fifteen seconds, I finally hear his foots

t moving. I won't go inside the changing room until he leaves. He's my husband but I can't even

ust like he walked into the room, he walked away without a

about marriage but I learned a little from my parents. They always care for each other, they wil

hanging room to put on my clothes