Caroline

Clara!

Where is Clara?

"Yes, ma'am. If you will allow, I'd like to start the make up now. The event is in a few hours,"

I opened and closed my mouth a few times, trying to make out a few words to say but I failed.

She sat me down and held an apron around my neck.

She laid down the box which contained different brushes and make-up enhancements.

The reporters she had introduced earlier walked to my front and immediately, their cameras started rolling.

It was all new to me.

I have always craved a peaceful and quiet life with no paparazzi streaming around like a running pipe. Not even for ones did I thought of paparazzi invading my life, but my fate evaded me, my mirage was eluded, leaving me to face a typical girl's fantasy.

"Now. I'll start, ma'am," she commented and so, she started.

I shut my eyes and waited for the magical work to be done freely on my face.

The movement of her hand and the motion of the brushes on my face caused me to be sleepy.

I have never felt so uncomfortable in my life and the moment I needed Clara, she wasn't present.

A few hours or minutes passed, I was uncertain since most of the moment, I was far off as my eyes were closed.

"I will do the finish touches, ma'am," she said and I heard her blow dry my hair, combing it and then, I felt the brush slushing on my lips and my face.

"We're done," she finally said after spraying a setting spray on my face and then, I slowly opened my eyes.

At first, I was going to ask who the person who appeared in the mirror was. I looked exceptionally different like a totally new person.

"Yes! I invest right," the stylist said. "My God! She looks incredible!" the stylist complimented and I wasn't so sure.

They all praised and the cameras were shone well on my face but I wasn't certain.

I had always thought of looking the most natural on my big day not looking different.

"Are you sure this isn't a little too much?" I asked, staring hard at myself.

"Everything seems just perfect to me," the stylist replied and they all nodded with a smile on their faces. They felt proud of the great job that was done.

I felt different.

"If you will leave us alone now," the stylist said to everyone and they all went out.

I wore my dress and I was stunned by my reflection that appeared in the mirror. I looked like one of the barbie twelve princesses.

I was mesmerized.

"Sweet Mary. You look just like her," he commented and I smiled.

He arranged a few splitting before handing me a bouquet.

"You look so beautiful," he said again before we finally walked out.

As I stepped outside my apartment, I thought I had the wrong entering.

Different cars were parked outside and different people were wandering on its surface.

I stopped in my tracks as tons of camera light shone my way, glinting in my view and I raised my hand to guide my face.

"How do you feel getting married to the son of the multi-million dollar business man? Did you get married to him because of his money or was it pure love? When did you two meet and how did you two meet? Talk to us, Mrs Trenton. Just a word from you is enough..."

Numerous questions were asked but my said bodyguard walked me to the already opened car door.

I sat in the tinted-glass car and rested my head feeling a little relieved and was immediately taken back at the thought of finally getting married.

After driving for a few minutes, we were parking outside the church premises and in no time, I was walking down the aisle with my dad's hand entwined with mine and a lot of cameras with its flashlight and its clicks sounding on each side, making sure to capture the bride's walk.

"She looks exceptionally gorgeous," I heard a few people murmur.

"She's beautiful but still a gold digger," I heard another voice said and my stomach turned. I bit on my lower lip to contain my emotion.

The walk seem longer than the journey through cloud nine. Various thoughts stumbled through my mind and was switched back when I sighted Clara.

My own mood was immediately lifted and I smiled broadly at her which almost made a teardrop down my cheeks. The relief that comes with seeing someone familiar out of a number of faces that were present here.

"You look stunning," she mouthed and I nodded, trying to shake away my feeling at the moment. I fought back the tears that could spill any moment from now.

My smile got broader when I saw my mum looking beyond beautiful. She had her hair packed to the back in a low ponytail. Her face was highlighted with a very light make-up that still made her so exceptionally gorgeous, regardless.

She blew me an air kiss causing me to smile at her and was reassured that I wasn't alone.

And now, I was getting closer to him. I was getting closet to my husband to be.

Or to be put rightly, my husband.

He had a frown on his face and his hands were crossed in front of him.

As I walked closer and closer to him, my fear grew as this man standing right here wasn't in the slightest bit happy to see me, his bride.

I finally got to the alter where he stood and my father smiled at me before walking back to his seat.

We faced each other. Now, I was able to look directly into his green eyes which looked like foliage. I looked deep into his eyes which held no emotion other than a scowl.

He did grace me with a smile which was the least he could have done. At that moment, I regretted my decision and knew not what one year ahead held for me.