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

Clarisse kept working with so much enthusiasm; after learning how the sowing machine works, she was eager to make clothes. She had different ideas running through her head, and even though there wasn't much to do for the day, she was busy, drawing and drafting ideas and cutting the fabric accordingly. She has a smile plastered on her face, happy to finally get her dreams in line. 


Hester watched her disdainfully as she cut the fabric; her smile disgusted her. 


" Hey, Hester", Mory, the blonde lady, walked up to Heste,r, whom she noticed was glaring at something or someone. She looked at what she was glaring at and smiled. 


Hester groaned and walked away while Mory followed. 


Hester scoffed as she approached her desk, " what's admirable about her?", 


Chapter 92: Remorse to friendship