Mariya
The realization of missing out on the entire experience of my
wedding hits hard.
I won't get to plan anything. No wedding dress. No shopping with Mom and getting ready with her and Violet.
Dad won't walk me down the aisle.
My heart constricts painfully in my chest, the ache so sharp I struggle to inhale.
It takes all my strength to keep the tears back.
In one drunken moment, I've lost so much. My voice is hoarse, the sadness seeping through, as I say,
"I don't think I can do this."
"It hasn't even been twenty-four hours." Reaching the building, Luca parks the vehicle turns off the engine, then turns to look at me. "Can you at least try to give it a chance?"
I take off the safety belt as I shake my head. Locking eyes with him, I say, "I'm not trying to be a bitch. There's just so much I'll miss out on if I stay married to you."
For once, he doesn't get angry with me, and I feel the full force of having his undivided attention on me.