In the garden where the wedding was supposed to be held, I felt stiffed and closed in that I had to step out a few times. I hadn’t even wanted to attend it any longer, I had just wanted to leave instead. But that would do much worse things to my image here, so I decided that I’ll suck it up and sit through the wedding by myself.


    “Is there anyone who’d like to object to the union of this two? Let the person speak up or forever hold their peace,” the priest called out and everyone was silent. I briefly wondered how everyone would react should I stand up right now and object to this wedding on the grounds that the groom literally confessed to me this morning that he was still in love with me.


    But I was quick to shove that thought away, that was a very ridiculous thought. Marco seems like he really love Aisha and vise versa, who could never have imagined that Aisha was a freaking cheat, and that Marco wasn’t in love with her.


    If I knew this whole time that Marco wasn’t in love with Aisha, then I was sure I wouldn’t have felt so heartbroken for so long. Which is why I still have a lot of unanswered questions. Why did he keep the fact that he still loved me awsy from me? Why was he getting married to Aisha when he didn’t love her?


    Since no one objected to the wedding, the priest resumed blessing it. At the end of it, he announced.


    “You may now kiss the bride.”


    I might have witnessed Marco and Aisha kiss a whole lot of times, but somehow, this one hurt even more. Probably because now I’m aware that he was also in love with me, which means in a perfect world, I was supposed <i>to </i>be the one who’d be up on the stage with him right now, and not Aisha.


    I ended up looking away from the sight of them kissing when my stomach began to turn, and at the same time, everyone got to their feet and started to p hard while screaming from happiness. Not wanting to standout, I was forced <i>to </i>get to my feet as well and p.


    After that, I literally fled from that gathering before I fainted.


    In the reception, the dejected feeling within me worsened. I was all alone, so lonely, and so sick to my stomach. All of Marco’s friends kept asking me where Zane was, and I kept saying he went to quickly take care of something. It was mortifying, and once again, I stood out like a sore thumb while everyone had someone on their arms. It was like I needed this reminder, that Zane and I were never real but I had gotten so used to being known as his girl in the past few days. That was fine, it’s a good thing he’s not present tight now, at least once I return back home, I’ll be able to bury all the memories I now have of him without issues.


    He was such a bastard though. A simple heads up would have been appreciated.


    2:24 pm


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    I was nursing a drink, watching as the couple had the first official dance, the fight making me feel he nauseated. At that moment, I felt someonee to stand beside me, which made me stiffen. At first, I thought it was Zane and my heartbeat elerated as I whirled around, but it wasn’t Zane, it was his bitchy mother.


    At once, my heartbeat slowed as I took in the scowl on her face as she looked me up and down.


    “As you can see, my son is now happily married to the girl of his dreams, the one he’s in love with. So, this is the part where you’d stop hoping that he’d ever return to you, alright?” She spoke without wasting time and I stiffed a groan cause I really didn’t have the strength for this right now.


    “Like I said, ma’am, I was only here to support your son.” I said in a polite voice then made to walk past her, but she stepped in my line of sight.


    “And my second son? When are you gonna leave him??!” She demanded and I felt my heart stutter in my chest at the mention of Zane.


    “I haven’t seen him throughout today, where did he go?” She continued as she eyed me hostily. I let out a sigh as I regarded her, wondering how she’d react if I tell her I didn’t know where her son was because I haven’t seen him since I woke up, and that we were never even really together so she had nothing to really worry about. She’d probably be happy as hell to hear that, but I just know she’d lost her mind should I tell her what Marco told me this morning.


    ‘He went to take care of something.” I responded, the same response I have been giving to everyone else.


    She still regarded me wearily before she stormed off and I let out an irritated scoff, ncing down at my watch and counting down to the time I’d leave.


    At this point, couples were all dancing on the stage, but I remained in my spot, cause I had no one to dance with. The few people who tried to approach me, I turned them away cause I wasn’t in the mental space to hold any convo with a stranger.


    From across the dance floor, my eyes met with Marco just as he was twirling his bride around.


    I swallowed the bitter taste on my tongue as I turned away and exited the reception hall. That was my breaking point. I couldn’t stay here anymore,


    I didn’t even bid anyone goodbye, I just took a cab back to the ind, got my things which I already parked, then I took a cab to a hotel not too far from the airport. Come morning, I’ll take the first flight back to LA.


    Good riddance.


    One thing was stark in my mind right now, and it was that everyone who were against meing to this wedding were all right.


    I really shouldn’t havee.


    2:24 pm