ADRIANNA

THREE WEEKS LATER.

I stood still in front of the giant door. A bouquet of flowers in my hands. My favourite, Marigold.

It was my day. My special day. The day I finally get to call Ethan Greene, my husband.

It was a day I had been patiently waiting for for three weeks, or months even. But I didn't have to wait anymore. It was finally here.

I tugged on my white wedding gown, that laid beautifully on my body. It was a armless white wedding gown that showed off my glowy shoulders. I stared down at my neck that was embodied with a gold necklace that Ethan had...