Bliss

Pilot: Margo

— Bliss / Pilot: Margo
by AxEunoia

Perfect. Everything was exactly how I imagined it.

The strawberry flavored, 4 layer, cake. The beautifully arranged, multicolored, floral bouquets. The stunning baby pink bridesmaids dresses. The whole scene was absolutely breathtaking, and it was all for my wedding. Mine!

I still couldn't wrap my mind around the beauty of it all. I was set to walk down the aisle and wed the love of my life, Darren Walsh. He is a wealthy business man from Chicago, Illinois. We met two years before, in Los Angeles, while he was attending a conference meeting at the media building that I worked at.

We started chatting and eventually, dating. After only a short year of being together, I packed my belongings, sold my apartment, and moved 1,959 miles across America from LA to Illinois, just to live with him. Another year later, there was an international business meeting in Paris, and he wanted me to fly over with him. On the last day, he proposed. I was ecstatic. The sparkler he gave me was quite the stunner, a 21 carat diamond ring.

Paris, I came in head-over-heels in love, and left overjoyed and engaged.

Almost immediately after arriving back to Illinois, I began planning our, soon to be, glorious wedding. If you had told me four years ago, that today, I would be engaged to a man like Darren, I would have dismissed you in disbelief.

Before I was able to get a job at the media building, I was barely making ends meet. Living paycheck by paycheck. Luckily I had a friend that worked at the media building who put in a good word for me.

After getting the job and meeting Darren shortly after, I thought that life would only go uphill from there. I was so overwhelmed with planning our wedding, making the guest list, and calling caterers that I guess I never noticed Darren slipping away.

Slowly, day by day, he would come home later and later, and eventually, he wouldn't come home at all.
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I was doing the final touch ups on my dress in the dressing room when my bestfriend, Jules, bursted through the door. "Margo... Darren isn't here. He's not at the alter and no one has seen him!"

Being the dismissive person I was, I simply waved Jules off and said, "No worries, I bet he's just fixing himself up in his dressing room."

Jules sighed and nodded, signaling that I was probably right, as she left the room.

I was so naive at 20 years old. Ignoring all the red flags before the wedding. Forgiving him every time he came home late and never asking why. Brushing off the fact that he was more attached to his phone than he was to me. But worse of all, dismissing the clear signs that he was having an affair behind my back.

That's what love does to you, it makes you blind and oblivious.
—

Darren never showed up to the alter. He abandoned and left me there, alone, embarrassed, and feeling like an idiot. I saw the pity in the faces of the guests, but I didn't care, most of them were strangers to me.

I quickly bolted into my dressing room and shut the door, tears rolling off my cheeks. I was crying waterfalls.

What was I thinking? Me, a normal girl, marrying a high class business man. I thought I had a storybook romance, but it turns out that all I had was a phony.
—

Today marks the 4 year anniversary of that bitter day, and not a day has passes that I don't think about it. The flowers, the guests, the cake, and my dress.

Oh, my dress.

The dress that I had selected was stunning. It was a creamy white color, with lace and glitter all around. The dress had jewels embedded around the torso piece. It fit me like a glove, hugged all my curves perfectly. It flowed oh so beautifully down till it hit the floor. The dress was, without a doubt, breathtaking. It was the biggest memory I had of that day.