In a world where fairness should reign, injustice often holds sway. It's a place where the innocent suffer, where hard work doesn't always lead to success, and where privilege trumps merit. It's a world that can break hearts, crush dreams, and leave scars that never fully heal. Yet, amidst the darkness, there's still hope – hope for change, for empathy, and for a future where fairness isn't just a distant ideal, but a lived reality for all.

But maybe that's not for me. After exchanging the rings I heaved a sigh of relief thinking that could be true, maybe there's truly hope somewhere.

" You may now kiss the bride", the priest permitted.

Every step he took towards me made me feel nervous, my heart pounding as fast as it could, and slowly he lifted my veil. I could bet I saw a smile for a second but it was immediately replaced with that of disgust on seeing me and he nearly puked.

I thought this would be the beginning of dreams and not a nightmare but this would even be my worst nightmare. Wedding days are supposed to be the happiest days right? But that's not the case for me. Who said this world was ever fair? That was a big lie, if it is, to what extent?

The Billionaire's Fashion Designer

Twenty minutes later, Clarisse pulled her hand out of the cool water. 


" Do you feel better?", he asked worriedly and she nodded, 


"Thank goodness", he said and took her back to the room that was now well tidied, the tiles had been mopped and the broken glass had been taken care of, same to Sandra. There was no longer anybody in the room when they came out of the bathroom. 


Gently like a baby, he sat her down and gave her pain reliever medicine which she took. He took the cup of water from her when she was done, and noticed she was avoiding his gaze. 


" And I'm sorry, for startling you earlier", he said squatting before her and now their eyes met. 


Chapter 47: The familiar eyes