NEXT DAY

Dera groaned as she turned off her alarm, sitting upright and stretching her body.

"Why does my alarm have to ring at this time? I was having a sweet dream about becoming the CEO of my own business," she yawned and ran her hands through her scattered hair.

She stretched her hand and grabbed her phone from beside her pillow, checking the time, and a gasp escaped her lips.

"Damn, I'm late for my own wedding," she said mockingly as she ran to the bathroom to do her morning routine.

Within twenty minutes, she was done. She wore a floral peach gown and let her hair fall over...