CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

- LORELEI -

Normally, a girl's father walks her down the aisle. Mine's not here. In fact, I'm so glad the person who sold me isn't here, it would've made my day sour than it already is.

I held the white roses bouquet in my head as I walked down the aisle alone. I'm not happy, so I won't even pretend to smile.

Still keeping my face straight, my eyes wandered to my left. Then to my right. Amongst everyone sitting in the crowd today, I know not one of them. Even if this isn't the kind of wedding I dreamed of nor wanted, the least he could do was let me invite a few people.

But you weren't planning on staying, I thought to myself and sighed.

It's true, I wasn't. If he offered the idea to me then, I would've obviously declined because I never thought I'll be here. My jaw tightened and I blinked profusely, trying to keep my years from falling down my face.

I can't cry. Even if I want to, not now. Not when reporters are all over the place. I don't even want to think about the things he'