chapter 8

                                    

                                          
*July 27th, 6:00 AM*
I woke up to the sound of my alarm blaring in my ear. Tomorrow's the big day. My wedding day.
Panic set in as I threw off the covers and got out of bed. I paced around my room, feeling trapped.
Why did I agree to this? Why did I let Mrs Dina talk me into marrying someone I barely know?
Nick's face flashed in my mind. He's handsome, I'll give him that. But what do we really have in common? Our conversations are stilted, and I feel like I'm just going through the motions.
I thought about all the things I wanted to do with my life - travel, pursue baking start my own business. Now, it all seems uncertain.
What if Nick doesn't support me? What if we're miserable together?
I stopped pacing and stared at my reflection in the mirror. My eyes looked sunken, my skin pale.
"You can do this, Julie," I told myself, trying to sound convincing.
But the doubts lingered.
I thought about calling my best friend, Rachel, but she's been so excited about the wedding. I don't want to ruin it for her.
Instead, I grabbed my journal and began writing.
"Dear Future Self,
I'm scared. I'm uncertain. I feel like I'm making a mistake.
What if I'm sacrificing my happiness for Mrs Dina sake?
What if Nick and I aren't meant to be together.
Alli just wanted was that everything should be fine and I should give a good motherlyove , because I deeply loved her.
_July 28th, 8:00 AM_
I woke up to the sound of mrs dina's gentle knocking on the door. "Julie, sweetie, it's time to get ready."
I rubbed the sleep from my eyes, feeling a mix of emotions. Today's the day. The day I marry Nick, a man I barely know.
Mrs Dina entered the room, carrying a tray with breakfast and a steaming cup of coffee. "Good morning, darling. You look beautiful."
I forced a smile, trying to hide my doubts.
"Mrs dina, can I talk to you?" I asked, my voice trembling.
"Of course, sweetie. What's on your mind?"
"I don't know if I can do this. Marry someone I don't love."
Mrs dina's expression softened. "Julie, honey, you're just nervous. This is normal. Nick is a good man. He'll take care of you."
But will he make me happy?
Mrs Dina helped me into my wedding dress, the lace and satin feeling suffocating. The weight of the fabric seemed to press down on me, a constant reminder of the commitment I was about to make
I took a deep breath, smoothing out my dress.
The limousine ride to the venue felt like an eternity. I guess it was bought by Nick well he was rich while I stared out the window, lost in thought.
What if I'm making a mistake?
What if Nick and I aren't compatible?
What if I never find true love?
The limo pulled up to the venue, and mrs Dina helped me out. The sun shone brightly, casting a warm glow over the beautifully decorated garden.
I scanned the crowd, seeing familiar faces from our families and social circle. Everyone was smiling, happy for us.