A WEEK LATER

Lydia sat in front of the mirror as the best make up artist in New York City, she played with her fingers nervously and sighed.

“All done.” The make up artist said and Lydia smiled at her.

The door suddenly opened and Henry walked into the room.

“Hey.” Lydia called with a smile and he smiled back, in bent in front of her and held her hand.

“Lydia, are you happy?” He asked.

“Of course am happy, why are you asking that?” Lydia asked and chuckled.

“Because if it wasn't for me you wouldn't have gone through a lot of pain and I really want to be...