”I can’t stand him!” ”she’s so stupid and naive !”* *you both said at the same time. Anger taking over you every time your friend said you’d end up marrying Miller, aka; your enemy. you two never liked or stood each other at all. Something in the blood. Pure hatred.

nevertheless, it leads you to now; wearing a white dress long enough to follow behind you on the ground while walking down the isle with flowers in your hand as you saw him by the end of the isle smiling watching you be his after all that. People mesmerized by you both, and your friend taking pictures with every step knowing how she was right after all that