Lights flashed over and over again, people shouting at Ariana, Idina, Kristin, and Cynthia, your fiancé. Some were even shouting at you. Cynthia looks gorgeous in a dark green floor length ball gown, matching with Ariana’s pink one, and your white one. You tried your best to smile through the gasping pain in your chest, feeling like your lungs would collapse at any moment. Small gestures to Cynthia through tugging on the back of her gown told her you were not okay. She whispers to Idina, who takes you off of the carpet, Kristen and Ariana swiftly following her heels.

They sat you down in Cynthia and Ari’s dressing room, the tears starting to stream down your face in super speed, breath trembling and hands shaking faster than a car engine. Cynthia creaks the door open and locks in behind her, kneeling in front of you and gently holding your hands in hers. Your chest feels like it is going to squeeze apart and pop like a ballon. Breathing was not easy, your throat beginning to feel like it’s going to close up completely, This was it. This was death coming for you. At least that’s what it felt like. Cynthia pulls you into her lap, stroking your hair slowly and whispering sweet nothings into your ear. You were a sniffling mess, trying to focus on Cynthia’s slow breathing pattern coming from her chest, which you were pressed against gently.

“Just breathe slowly baby. Focus on me, it’s only me and the girls darling.”

Her smooth London accent moved through your ears, your body shaking vigorously with fear and anxiety.