#Chapter43

I Do

New York

Tara winced and blinked back the tears as aunt Zhea gently pulled the zipper of the dress up. At some other point, she would have jumped in joy watching a wedding gown decorating her figure, but today it seems like a shroud. A shroud covering a battered body that is about to be buried 6 feet under the ground. When Tara looked in the mirror, a small smile graced her lips. It was a mocking smile. Her bruised cheeks were shining and bloodshot eyes tearing. Although she has seen herself like this so many times in the past, today it felt different. It felt like...