He wrapped an arm around my waist as he faced the camera. I leaned into him and smiled at the camera. Landon, our photographer began taking pictures of us from different angles.

I clutched onto the hem of my gown tightly as I shifted slightly to the right.

"Alright, you guys should take a break." He finally said while I heaved a huge in relief and pulled up my skirt as I waddled my way to the plush couch.

A can of ice coffee appeared in front of me as I looked up to see Damon smiling down at me. "Iced coffee for the bride-to-be." He said, even though I could detect a hint of jealousy in his tone.

I took it in my hands and smiled sweetly at him. "Thank you." I opened up the can and began drinking from it, relishing the taste of iced coffee as the liquid flowed down my dry throat.

The shoot has taken the whole morning and I was thirsty by now.

"How's the shoot, man?" I watched as Damon approached Charles and did their usual greeting in an odd manner.

His lips moved for a bit before his phone rang. He looked down at his phone, scrolling through the screen as a frown settled on his face.

What did he see that made him frown?

He looked up, eyes resting on me as he smiled at me. I could feel as though the smile was forced. I knew it very well since I always forced a smile whenever I face him.

It was always hard to be myself in front of him. And it was killing me that I would have to continue to face him with another mask for the next half of my life.

Was this what it was going to be like when I marry him? Will I live as his wife for the rest of my life with no regrets?

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I joined Damon by the couch as he played the movie. Snuggled up cozily beside him, I handed him the bowl of popcorns just as the movie started.

The Longest Ride.

Halfway through the movie, he asked me one question which immediately distracted me from the movie.

"Are you going to be happy being his wife after tomorrow?"

I was hesitant.

I wanted to cry;

I wanted to rant to someone that this was not the way how I should live;

I wanted to spill everything that I felt indignant about to my money-minded parents.

But I just can't get a word out of my mouth. Was I fated to marry Charles and quietly suffer in silence for the rest of my life?

Can't I have a say when it comes to marriage?

I felt tears blurred my vision as I rested my head against his chest, quietly sobbing in silence. All these were too much for me, I just don't know how to deal with life anymore.

"I don't know." I finally replied, my voice cracking as I did so.

I was so done with life.

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3 Dec'16