บท 71: The Trash

Remi's POV

I stood in front of an ornate mirror in the bridal suite, adjusting the lace on my wedding dress for the hundredth time. My hands trembled slightly, not from excitement, but from the nerves gnawing at my insides. I bit my lips in fear, again I was scared. I should be happy right? I was getting married to the man that I have crush on for years.

But I wasn't. Because he didn't love me. No, he hated me. He looked at me as if he wanted to strangle me. But yet, here I am, getting married to said man.

"Remember, Remi," Aunt Victoria's voice cut through my thoughts, sharp and cold. Her blue eyes held no emotions as she tightened the corset. "Behave yourself. This is your chance to make something of your miserable life. Don't screw it up."

She acted as if she was putting a necklace around my neck but I know that her plan was if I mess up she would strangle me to death.