Tequila's POV

The next morning was hectic. I locked myself in the room since everyone decided that they wanted to dress me. I'm not handicap.

Putting on the dress, I struggle to pull up the zipper but I made it after a while. I haven't seen Ace since yesterday night and I guess he's busy getting ready too.

I eye myself in the mirror, butterflies clogging my stomach at my beauty.

Listen, I'm a girl who likes makeup, and although I won't wear it everywhere, a wedding is definitely a place to have it on.

"Ms. Gardner!" One of the maids yelled. "Out this instant!"

I finally learnt their names, Updo Marie, Pinned Mulana, straight haired Mila and Bob Myah. They were the shortest, cubbiest, nicest most loving maids I have ever seen. They were like sleeping beauty's fairy godparents.

"If you don't-"

"IT'S MY PARTY AND I'LL CRY IF I WANT TO!" I start singing loudly, applying mascara. "I'LL CRY UNTIL THE CANDLES BURN OUT THIS PLACE!"

I drowned out their noise and soon I was done. Watching myself in the mirror.

This is it.

Two days ago I was kidnapped and practically forced to marry a stranger. Now that I stood in front of the mirror eyeing my dress and figure, it has me thinking about the countless times that I was boldly rejected, that men countlessly tried to use me, then dropped me as soon as they realized that it wasn't going to happen.

I wonder what this universe has in store for me?

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Ace's POV

"Please be seated."...