Wedding of no dream

*Harley's POV

The white wedding gown is beautiful. It has a deep V neck, classy but not slutty, that enhances my figure; it is full-sleeved with lavish detailing and has a lot of volume underneath. It reaches below my feet and drags over the floor when I stand. Overall, it is expensive and stunning.

I didn't choose the gown; I didn't choose anything because I couldn't accept that I was indeed getting married in a week. I spent my days in my room, missing college and crying all the time. Mom did all my shopping for me and she is the one who dressed me today along with a few of her makeup artists.

My hair is tied up in a beautiful updo and accentuates my heart-shaped face. There is a diamond necklace on my neck which sits between my collarbones, shining bright when the light falls on it.

I feel nervous as I sit in front of the mirror. It will be a small ceremony, no media as a request for privacy, but the wedding will be mentioned in tomorrow's papers. Xavier said he had no control over