Chapter 110: The Wedding

 About fifteen minutes into the dressing room, Marylou sat in front of the mirror studying her own reflection. His mind was wondering, can he do that? Married to someone she doesn't even love?

 You're a fool, Mary, her mind had been saying time and time again since she left Joseph Bryant, for Peter Nicolson. Obviously, she made the wrong decision. However, isn't Marylou innocent? Because all this time Jo was too gray for her. There was only uncertainty between them like a straight road that is then separated by a bend. They have different ideologies. If Marylou is an extrovert, Joseph is too secretive.

 For the last time, Mary let out a short breath. She closed her eyes for a few seconds just to calm herself before leaving the room, walking to the altar to pick up her bride, saying the sacred vows in front of the priest. Marrying someone she doesn't love. Oh, shit. Mary was too late to turn around and chase after Jo.