Elvira stood in front of the mirror, her face full of panic. The wedding dress she wore didn't feel right. Her blue eyes, reflected in the glass, were filled with sadness as she kept trying to call someone on her phone. But no one answered.
"Lisa, where are you?" she whispered shakily, leaving yet another voicemail for her cousin.
"Miss, the young master is waiting at the altar. All the guests are ready," a maid said urgently.
Vira raised her hand, asking for more time. Her frustration was obvious. The room was tense. The makeup team, bridesmaids, and three servants all looked anxious. They were afraid of how the young master would react if the bride was late.
"Lisa, please pick up," Vira murmured into the phone, her voice desperate.
"Miss, we have to go now," the butler said firmly but politely. Two servants stepped forward, gently taking Vira by the arms to lead her to the door.
*Why is this happening to me?* her mind cried as they led her downstairs to the altar.
She barely heard the priest speaking as she stood beside the groom. She glanced at him, her eyes narrowed in discomfort. What was meant to be a joyful, sacred moment felt more like a nightmare.
The hall was decorated in white, with flowers everywhere. The few guests whispered to each other. They admired the groom, a tall, handsome man in a beige suit, and pitied the bride. Rumors said she didn't have her family's blessing.
"Isn't she lucky to marry someone like him? Did she save the world in a past life?" one guest whispered.
Tears welled up in Elvira's eyes. *They think I'm crying because I'm touched by the ceremony,* she thought bitterly. *They have no idea what I'm really feeling.*
"Miss, please continue," the priest urged.
Vira slowly looked up at the man beside her. "You look very handsome, but… may I ask—who are you?" she whispered.
The guests kept murmuring, thinking she was complimenting him out of love.
"I accept you in joy and sorrow; in happiness and disappointment," the priest continued, hoping she would repeat after him.
But Vira stayed quiet, staring at the groom. He gently held her cold hand, trying to calm her.
"She's just nervous," he said softly, kissing the back of her hand.
Elvira's heart jumped. *Oh my God. I'm going to die!*
"You may now kiss the bride," the priest said.
As the groom leaned in, Vira suddenly screamed, "Haaaaaaaaaaaaaa...!!" and pulled away.
The guests gasped. The groom turned red, trying to calm her, but Vira just cried louder.
"What do you want? You're making a scene!" the groom snapped.
"Huaaa... huhuhu...!!" Vira sobbed uncontrollably.
Losing patience, the groom grabbed her hand and led her out of the hall toward the elevator. His grip was tight. Vira struggled, but he didn't let go.
"You're hurting me! Let go!" she cried.
He ignored her and dragged her into a room, then roughly pushed her onto the bed. Vira held her wrist, tears streaming down her face.
"What do you want from me? Why are you doing this?" he shouted again, his voice cracking.
"Huaaaa... huhuhu...!!" she wailed.
"Oh, my God!" he muttered angrily, running a hand through his hair.
Elvira lay there, her wedding dress wrinkled, her makeup smudged, her heart broken. She felt completely defeated.