The Marriage 1

For others, it was meant to be. For her, it was fate. The fate her parents had chosen for her. A fate she had no choice but to accept.

In her 21 years, she never thought she would be getting married to a man she did not love. She was still dreaming of a happily ever after, Prince Charming, white horses, and red roses.

Heck, she still cried while reading love stories and watching romantic films. But today, here she was, dressed in a white gown. A laced veil hung over her head. In her hand, she held a beautiful bouquet of red roses, her most favourite flower in the world. She held her father's hand as she walked down the aisle towards the man waiting for her at the altar, smartly dressed in a black tuxedo.

He was smiling brightly, clearly smitten by his lovely wife-to-be. It was love for him. For her, it was a feeling she herself had no idea what it was. Butterflies fluttered around in her stomach. She was feeling queasy. She wanted to turn around and run. Her father's strong grip on her hand made it difficult to do it.

All eyes were on her as she reached the altar and her husband-to-be took her hand from her father.

She glanced once at the man who held her hand and glanced at the man next to him. The best man, dressed equally smart to match the groom.

Tears threatened to flow. She shook the thought away. She was getting married, for god's sake. She cannot think of another man. Not now. Not ever.

She made a vow to only love the man she is about to marry. She promised that she would not love another man, even though he was the one man her heart desired the most. Easier said than done, her heart screamed.

She was getting married to another man, and the man she actually loves is the BEST MAN! Life could not be meaner.