Warning: Mature.
Love's like a war.
It's so easy to start but so difficult to end. Just like in a war, there is always a winner and a loser.
I told myself no emotions would involve between us. I told myself I couldn't fall in love. Because falling...
Because I'm awful at describing dresses I thought I show you these and imagine these dresses as you read my 'fabulous' description of them in this chapter! 🙄
Vanessa's wedding dress.
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Layla's dress. - minus the style of the hair.
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Melissa's bridesmaid dress. Back and front.
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Happy reading! Good luck reading this chapter, it's scary bad! Hahha no it's not really THAT bad....or is it? I just made you feel like it's scary bad, I know some authors like to do that *cough* Lylah James...so I thought I should try it too. I feel so evil 😈
Layla
As hard as I tried I couldn't make the smile on my lips disappear. If I let it slip, the memory of what Antonio and I shared last night would evoke warm emotions through my veins and I would once again smile like never before. I was pretty damn fucking sure I looked like a lovesick puppy.
I entered inside the massive mansion and was thankful it was quite. It was early in the morning anyway, and I knew in one hour people will wake up and start preparing for the wedding. But right now the bride is having her beauty sleep while the groom was separated from her until she walks down the aisle to him.
