#Chapter39 A WEDDING FULL OF INK

A year and a half later...

I looked at my left ring finger for the thirtieth time that day, still stumped that beautiful ring was even there. I still remembered well the day it all happened, of course my man hadn't changed at all and he still didn't know what romanticism is...

That morning I woke up to blinding sunlight coming through the window, for a moment before I opened my eyes I hated Christian a little for not drawing the curtains. I stirred in my sleep and heaved a sigh of pure unhappiness as I started to open my eyes, I was sleeping...