"Black looks good on you, Acacia"
My breath hitched as I gradually turned around only to see Damien leaning against the door, smirking at my lingerie-clad figure. His hands tucked deep inside his pockets, his shirt slightly unbuttoned. His thumb pl...
(Here is a reference to her makeup and hair, the dress was shown in chapter 4 )
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(Acacia looks nothing like this, it's just a makeup look)
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Acacia Russell
Chill babes, be confident like me!
Baby, stop panicking, we are the best.
Don't be nervous
How the freakity frack can I not panic!
It's my wedding! Hell naw I'm not fine!
Mom placed her lips on my forehead, "Darling, it's normal to be nervous but please stop biting your lips, your lipstick is wearing off again" She emphasised on 'again'
I stopped chewing on my lips and raised my fingers to grossly shove them in but mom grabbed it like a soldier and warned in the most menacing voice, "Acacia Russell, if I see your manicure getting spoiled, I will cut off your chocolate supply"
Oh hell no! That's torture!
Instantly, I shook my head left to right like a kindergartener getting threatened to lose their first ever teddies and mom began to adjust my veil and lipstick.
A pang of guilt stabbed my heart the moment I saw how excited my parents were.. How will I ever tell them? It's a lie, deceit basically a scam and a huge fraud? I hated lying to them, hell, I wouldn't even lie if I went to bed late, yet here I am, lying about my marriage.
'Acacia, my darling, It's time" Right now, these were the words I dreaded the most.. I don't want to leave them even if it's for 6 months.. They are my everything and the feeling of guilt is highly overpowering.
I looked at dad, rather nervously only to find tears glistening in his and mom's eyes.
The thought of them crying immediately brought tears to my eyes as I let out a small chuckle, fanning my eyes so I don't ruin my makeup.
Dad whispered a 'come on' and I groped his arm tightly, walking out of the hall.
Ah dang it!
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