Chapter 4 Wedding Day

• Elaine's POV
• After I finished getting ready the next day, I went straight to my father's office to attempt to persuade him to cancel the marriage. But Duke Hayes was in Father's office with him, which irritated me even more. Because, after battling over ending this marriage, the father's decision is irreversible and cannot be altered. So I went out, leaving in my father's office, enraged and wanting to murder that jerk Duke Hayes with my two hands while going back to my room.
• Damn it.
• When I looked at my bed and saw the white wedding gown that I would be wearing, I felt an overwhelming feeling of surrender. I didn't expect to wear this gown so soon in my life; I was planning to marry in my 30s, but now I'm going to marry at the age of 25.
• "Perhaps I should just elope to get out of this marriage," I whispered to myself.
• I touched the soft and silky wedding gown, thinking about the lucky women who can wear this gown with the person they love in the first place, as opposed to me, who is forced to marry the man I despise.
• Maybe I should just accept this marriage since, no matter how much I try to convince them, their decisions are irrevocable and cannot be reversed. I'll simply have to wait and watch what happens in my marriage with Duke Hayes to see if it benefits me or not.
• Maybe this marriage is not as bad as what I imagine it to be and I am just exaggerating on thinking it's going to be a disaster. But still I can't help myself to react in that way because this marriage is so sudden and I was not prepared at all! If I was given time I will be mentally and physically prepared but like this? No, it's not acceptable for me.
• "Sis?" I heard Davina knock on my door and interrupt the thoughts I was having in my head.
• " Yes Davina?" I replied back.
• "Can I assist you in getting dressed? Mother has asked me to help you," Davina asked.
• I walked over to my door and opened it to let Davina in. I noticed Davina was already dressed and ready for the wedding as I opened the door. Her green silky gown compliments the color of her eyes, which are forest green.
• "You look lovely, Davina," I said with a smile, complimenting her.
• Davina just laughed at what I said, "silly Ela, you just noticed I'm beautiful? I'm always beautiful, you know," she said proudly, smiling at me.
• Why is this silly sister of mine so confident, and I smack her head not so hard"Who says you're beautiful all the time? I just complimented you because you finally became a human being for this occasion," I teased Davina.
• Davina's eyes widened in surprise when she heard what I said and she looked at me with irritated eyes, "you dare to tease me Ela?! and I am beautiful not just on this occasion, but every day," she defended herself.
• I raised my eyebrows at her, puzzled. "Really? Why didn't I notice?" I asked, pretending to be perplexed.
• Davina turns red when she hears what I said in rage "Ela, shut up! Stop teasing me already, you meanie; instead of teasing me, thank me for doing you a favor!"
• Hmm?
• " What favor are you saying ?" I asked Davina again.
• "Oh, did I say something? No, I didn't Ela," Davina said, "anyway, let's get you ready for the wedding, my beautiful Ela," she added excitedly.
• Before I could say anything else, Davina entered my room, accompanied by three women with excited expressions on their faces, which surprised me.
• I looked at Davina, who was still smiling at me, and asked, "Who?!"
• "Oh them? I hired them to do make-up on my face," she joked, "silly they are here to make you the beautiful woman in your wedding."
• "But, Davina, I can do my own makeup," I told her.
• "Nope, you need them to make you the most beautiful bride in your wedding and if you do your own makeup you will be seen as a plain and ugly Bride so no more protest Sis " Davina said in disagreement.
• And she suddenly pushed me in the back, towards a chair, and let me sit. " Shall we begin casting a spell to make you beautiful, my dear?" Davina asked, her eyes twinkling.
• " Wait Davi-"
• Before I could protest again, Davina's finger covered my mouth and said, "Shhhhh... just relax and wait for the magic to do its work, my dear Sis."
• As a result, I had no choice but to let them do whatever they wanted with me. And just silently prayed that God would perform a miracle and stop this marriage today.
• "Damn you, God, why can't you listen to my prayer?!" I grumbled to myself.
• We had just arrived in front of the church, where everyone was waiting for me to enter. And all I want to do is to get away from this crazy wedding that I don't want to do at all. But God is not on my side today. Damn it.
• Davina shifted her gaze to me, concerned. "Did you say anything Ela?" she asked.
• I just pretended not to understand what she was saying and moved my face sideways in response. "I didn't say anything, maybe you heard a ghost talking to Davina," I sarcastically said.
• Davina pushed my shoulder lightly and laughed, not realizing it was a sarcastic comment. "Don't be silly Ela, Ghost doesn't exist," she said.
• "Perhaps they don't, but we're not confident that theory is correct, Davina," I added again.
• "Argh! Stop talking about ghosts and focus on your wedding day Ela, you're about to leave in this car and walk yourself down the aisle as your husband will be waiting for you in there," Davina said dreamily as she changed the subject.
• I just rolled my eyes and sarcastically said, "If you're so excited about my wedding, you should marry him instead, Davina."
• " Ela don't be an ass in your wedding you should be happy you're going to be married already!" Davina tried to cheer me up.
• How can I be happy when I'm forced to marry a man I don't even like in the first place? This is due to the alcohol. My life has changed drastically since the night I was drunk and had my one-night stand with that jerk! Damn it, I swear I'm not going to drink anymore to avoid any future problems.
• " Whatever, let's just get the wedding started and be done with it," I said coldly.
• I opened the door and stepped out of the car without waiting for Davina's reaction. I looked dreadfully in the church's front door, which made my heart race anxiously. It's as if I'm actually agitated because it just sinks in. Whether I like it or not, I'm going to get married.
• I started walking up the stairs, and each step felt like it was my last. As I finally make it to the front door of the church, my mind is racing with ideas.
• But the only thing I can understand in my thoughts right now is that I want to flee this place or that everything is a nightmare and I will wake up soon.