Until it's the day of your wedding

Tabitha found herself driving back to the very place she currently abhorred.

The thought of what she'd encounter there disgusted her, but she truly had nowhere else to go.

Tabitha wished she had a companion who would help her fight her family, but alas, there was no one.

She couldn't even fight them herself, and the realization that she had to continue being weak made her angry.

Feeling miserable at the thought of returning, she drove back to her house after cutting her blonde hair and dyeing it caramel fall blonde.

The new hairstyle, reaching a little below her ears, felt comfortable.

It gave Tabitha the impression of being a new person, different from her former self, a result she had partly aimed for before cutting her hair, and it satisfied her.

Tabitha entered her house, seemingly unaffected by the events of the previous night.

Passing through the lobby, she reached the sitting room.