63. Wedding bells

Abigail Hayes

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George rented a hall at a hotel for a ceremony that lasted only thirty minutes. When I pointed that out to him, he said the reception was also going to be held there so I didn’t object anymore.

It was the day of my wedding and I was feeling emotional for some reason. I was done with my hair and make-up. All that was left for me was to put on my dress.

My hair was in a sophisticated bun with tendrils of it let loose. They framed my face perfectly and made me look more beautiful than I usually was. I looked like the perfect bride and I would have had the perfect husband if it wasn’t for the contract that bonded us together.

Maybe, I should do my makeup more on regular days. I usually stuck to minimal makeup but what was currently on my face was a chef’s kiss. The artist knew how to do their job.

“Are you going to put on your dress or are you going to stare at yourself forever?” Maya spoke up, interrupting my moment of self-admiration.

The makeup artist and the hairdres