#Chapter17

Our wedding

Lucille

Today was our wedding day, and I seemed calm. Whom am I kidding? I’m a nervous wreck.

I got ready and paced. My parents chuckled since they had married. I had many thoughts running through my mind. What if I suck as a wife?

I didn’t want to get married and blow this marriage since I didn’t believe in divorce.

“Hun, you’ll be fine,” Mom said.

“I’m eighteen. In two months, I turn nineteen. I’m young. What if I screw this marriage up?”

I furrowed my brows.

“All marriages have a secret. You make mistakes and argue, but you’ll have each other. Your dad and I...