Long Prologue

I was sitting in front of my dresser looking at myself in the mirror. The girl who looked back at me looked beautiful "of course you look beautiful after a torturous session of waxing, plucking, scrubbing & caking you with makeup" Woah my brain was being sarcastic again but it is true
I am dressed up as a bride today wearing a heavy golden & red lehenga
I had the designer jewelry on me
If it was someone else it would have been a dream come true but it is me & of course, life isn't easy
I feel suffocated by this dress, makeup & jewelry, but do I have any other choice than getting myself into this "Reluctant Wedding"?

Bonus Chapter in progress
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