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Liz's POV
The nice scents of the flowers that surrounded me, and the beautiful sight of the hall coupled with wonderful people. Gracious sights, dropping fountains in the middle of the room, the chandeliers were giving.
I watched how the whole room was dignified with love and excitement, there, my friend, Sarah was with me. Smiling and giggling.
"You're getting married, beautiful."
Her eyes spoke excitement and her smile, I couldn't help but be grateful for having a good friend like her.
"Thank you, Sarah." I hugged her after dressing me up, looked straight at the mirror and felt at ease.
"I should go call your mum?" She said cutting away from the hug,
"And, that'll be for what?"
"To rate your dress up. You know I love compliments."
"Well, don't you think the compliments should come from me?"
"That's right, but your mum, she definitely knows how to give compliments better than you," I nodded and smiled.
"......a few minutes please."
She dropped her small mirror and dashed out of the room in a haste. I took a deep breath, I didn't even know who I was getting married to. Father said it was for the company's good and I believed him. He'll never let me unto a man that doesn't love me.
I kept looking straight at the mirror, wondering what would be next after that young lady got married. Will it be a child soon? Or just his love all over me? I really couldn't wait to figure it out.
"Hey, sweetheart. What are you doing there?"
I was sitting on the stool with my eyes straight at the wall. Silent and shivering softly, I didn't notice my mum came in and I must have walked down to the wall unconsciously. Damn! I was really scared. I just couldn't figure out what to do.
"Sweetheart?"
"Yes, mum." I smiled, dusting my dress and standing up to move closer to her. She held my face and smiled.
"You'll be fine, darling. I know what you're going through."
No, no, I didn't want her to know I was scared, I've tried pulling on a smiling face the whole time. I smiled widely again.
"I'm fine, mum. I'm just so excited that I'm getting married, and quickly "
"Yeah, I got you. You'll do great, trust me. You just need to listen to your husband, and you'll make a good wife and a lovable mother." She assured me.
I felt like I was making the right choice and it would work out well for the company. I have to take up my family's business.
"Thanks mum." The door opened again.
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