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XVI. B*tch Face On
The world seemed to stop the moment we stepped inside the reception venue. I hesitated for a second but a small encouraging tug on my side makes me forget my hesitation and continue to walk until everyone can finally see us approaching. I sucked on a breath willing myself not to crumble in front of the mass of people in front of us as I heard my heart breaks all over again. But as I look at the newlywed couple I felt something I never expected to feel at this moment.
Hope.
Hope that maybe just maybe Brad and I were not really meant for each other and someone out there is really meant for me.
That everyone has someone out there.
“You okay darling?” Came a gentle and warm voice beside me. I lightly squeezed his hand and smiled. “I will be,” I whispered back, tugging him towards my friends who are already watching us with a twinkle of mischief in their eyes.
Then, Arya opened her mouth emitting an ear-piercing shrieked that blankete
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