Danielle's POVI stood up and watched in awe as he stood by the door with a golden ring. Everyone had their flashes on and we were lying surrounded. I had least expected him to propose to me, I thought I was going to do that.Should I smile? Or laugh? Or freak out? I don’t know, I want to do it all at the same time. I covered my mouth with my left palm and looked around trying to avoid his face.“Look at me.”His voice was heavenly and I dared not ignore it. I looked up, very slowly and our eyes locked. He licked his lips with a sinister smile. “I’ll tell you again,” he said, “ you have to marry me!” Wasn’t requesting that I marry him, he was telling me I had to marry him. Of course I would, there is no doubt about that but I had a perfect plan on how I was going to propose to him. I searched my purse in haste, yeah, I should have it. Some weeks ago, I went to this ring shop, hoping I’d be the one to go down on my knees. Not too late.While looking for it, something fell off my bag t

Danielle's POVI didn’t know Gabriel was a person of fashion until I entered the sitting room. His sitting room was big but not as big as Bryan’s. He had flowers everywhere and the telecom was a big screen that filled the whole wall. The wall adjacent to the TV was not exactly a wall because you could see your reflection just by looking at it. It’s more like one of those mirrors you’ll see in a dancing school.“I didn’t know you had such a great taste.” He smiled and led me through a hallway and he opened a big, tall golden door. It was a bedroom and it was decorated like it knew I was coming. He must have figured I love roses. Of course, he should still remember when we used to pick flowers for his mother back in their house when I was pregnant. “Here we are.”I dropped my bag and sat on the bed.” this is amazing, you should have told me you had something like this at your disposal. Anyway, what are we doing tonight?”“What do you want us to do? I suggest we play games. It helps a l

Danielle's POV“Is this really me?” I asked the assistant as I stared at myself in the mirror. I never imagined I would look so elegant in a wedding dress. I always thought I was going to look like a mother of four in a wedding dress, didn’t know it was all about the dress.Everything is happening so fast, too fast. I didn’t need to ask him before I knew how I looked. The way he looked at me and said I looked like his wife made me blush a little. He took a picture and when I was done, I felt reluctant to take the dress off.“What do you think?” I asked him when I came back from the dresser. “Perfect. You just need a little bit of family heirloom to complete the look.” I smiled and followed him out of the shop. He got me a pair of glass shoes. Looking at it from a distance, I thought it was going to hurt once I put my leg in it. “I don’t think it’s a good idea but you paid for it already. I mean there are other types in the mall.”

Isabelle's POVMom didn’t stop talking about Danielle till we got home. She kept asking me a lot of questions, personal questions I wouldn’t have an answer to. “When was she born? You say you went to school together, do you know her parents?” She enquired. I gave her a fake smile and she knew it was fake.“How am I supposed to know about that mom? Mom, this is the same Danielle who was dragging my boyfriend with me and now, she has to go herself and you were never in support of her. Suddenly, you met her and your taste and way of reasoning has changed.”She banked the table where she kept all the ingredients we bought from the mall. “Are you using this avenue to speak to me that way?”I looked away and focused on my fingers. “You have never shown such interest in me and yet, you saw Danielle and you were all eager to know more about her. You kept asking me questions I do not have answers for. What exactly do you want!” I half yelled.She looked at me blankly, surprise written all over

Danielle’s POVI sat at the entrance of the church, refusing to move an inch. I watched them take him away. He followed them like he knew they would be coming around. The weight of despair weighed me down, I could barely look up. I wailed in agony, soaked in the tear that should be a. Joyful one. When Bryan was entering the car, he didn’t take his eyes off me. He didn’t say a word, all he did was shake his head before entering the car. I know what that means. He didn’t do it.I hugged my knees and patted my shoulders as tears ruined my face. I have become a stock to be looked at. Once again, I am at the pity of people. I hurried my face within my shoulders. How I wish I could go along with him. Why. Did they have to come now? Why this moment? All that was left to do was for him to say yes. That was all. “We need to go home,” Clara said. I glared at her. She flinched and took some steps back. I stood up and dropped my bouquet. Once more, I would need myself to be strong. I always fin