Mary Redferne My heart races as I stand before Joseph, his intoxicating scent enveloping me as he stands a little too close for comfort—something the old Joseph would have never done. His towering stature looms over my 5’5 frame, and I stubbornly refuse to meet his gaze, feeling his eyes boring into me.As I face the balcony, the cool air brushing against my skin, Joseph breaks the silence. "Mary, I need you to tell me if you actually want this. I don't want you to do this for your parents. We'll find a way out of this if you don't want it," he says, his words sinking in and momentarily easing my anxiety. But I can't bring myself to trust him anymore, not after he chose to side with Joshua despite knowing exactly what happened.This reassurance feels hollow, everything around me seems fake—including the calmness of the night. But I realize I may not get another chance to escape this situation. Being remotely associated with the McKinnons for the rest of my life is something I despera
Mary Redferne Judith, my best friend, sat beside me on the couch, with my mother and sister opposite us, as we were presented with a selection of wedding dresses, each one simpler than the last. It was evident these dresses were deliberately chosen, designed to ensure I didn't outshine my sister Clara on her wedding day. Mr. McKinnon had made it clear that his son’s wedding needed to be the talk of the season.Clara expressed her disappointment directly, saying, "Mary, these dresses are so plain. I thought your wedding dress would be more... special. This is something you wouldn’t even wear."Despite her evident disappointment, I shot her a look, silencing her, as we both knew our parents were being unfair towards me, and she didn’t want to add fuel to the fire.Beside me, Judith sat in silence, usually jovial, but now visibly fuming. I doubted she would ever speak to my parents again after what they put me through.As the weight of my sister's unspoken disappointment hung heavy in t
Mary Redferne I stood alone in the empty barn, the faint scent of hay and dust lingering in the air. My heart sank as I reviewed the list of potential wedding venues that were approved by Mr. McKinnon. Each option seemed more lacklustre than the last, and I couldn't shake off the feeling of disappointment.I didn’t mind a simple wedding but I preferred if it was my choice.Suddenly, the sound of footsteps interrupted my thoughts, and I looked up to see Joseph walking towards me. Despite my nerves, a small smile tugged at the corners of my lips as I admired his handsome features. I see the wedding planner eyes widen as she looks at Joseph, she probably didn’t expect for a greek god to walk in.I despised the flutter of excitement that surged through me at the sight of him, the familiar pang of anticipation twisting in my chest. It was absurd how his presence could evoke such feelings in me, the giddy anticipation I used to feel back in sixth grade, waiting to catch a glimpse of my cru
Mary Redferne A day before my wedding, Mr. McKinnon decided to host the most lavish engagement party for his son. I knew he did this intentionally, just a day before my own wedding, to ensure that their engagement overshadowed my own impending marriage. The McKinnons' ego was inflated by the perception of their wealth, and they sought to command respect and demonstrate their social standing.As the evening unfolded at Joshua and Clara's extravagant engagement party, I found myself standing alone at the bar, nursing a glass of sparkling water. The grandeur of the occasion was unmistakable, yet I couldn't shake the feeling of unease gnawing at my insides.Amidst the revelry, I overheard Mr. McKinnon boasting to guests about Joshua's impending marriage. I could hear Mr. McKinnon telling people who asked him about how they thought Joshua was marrying me. He simply kept telling them that I wasn’t ‘up to his standard’. I made a conscious decision not to invite Judith to the event, knowing
Mary Redferne Walking down the aisle at The Fearrington Inn felt like stepping into a fairytale. The venue, adorned with twinkling lights and fragrant flowers, exuded an intimate charm that warmed my heart. Joseph stood at the end of the aisle, his eyes sparkling with emotion as he watched me approach.The soft strains of a string quartet filled the air, adding to the enchanting atmosphere. The small gathering of our closest family and friends radiated love and support, making the moment even more special. Except for my parents, I was happy that Clara and my extended family made it on such a short notice.With every step down the aisle, I felt like royalty, my heart brimming with joy and excitement.I don’t know why the wedding dress made me so happy but it did.It was exactly how I imagined my wedding dress would be like. I knew Joshua’s father was angry upon seeing the dress and I couldn’t help but be thankful about Joseph and his mother standing up for me. The soft fabric traile
Mary RedferneAs Mr. McKinnon stopped us in our tracks before we could make our escape, I shared a knowing look with Joseph. We were both aware of his obsession with appearances, even at a time like this."Joseph, Mary, we need some pictures with me for the papers to announce Joseph's marriage," Mr. McKinnon announced, his tone firm and authoritative.Why is he going to be in that picture? What a narcissist?Joseph and I exchanged a glance, silently hating the fact that we have to be around his unbearable uncle. With a nod, we followed Mr. McKinnon back to the altar, where the photographer was waiting impatiently."No, no. Right this way," Mr. McKinnon directed, leading us to a less extravagant area of the hotel. I couldn't help but roll my eyes at his insistence on micromanaging every detail for the sake of his son's image. As we posed for the photographs, Mr. McKinnon hovered over us, directing our every move with precision. It was clear that he was determined to ensure that Joshu
Mary Redferne Joseph and I headed home after the wedding, but instead of taking the car to his house, where I had stayed, we headed uptown towards his office. I fidgeted with my fingers in lap as the driver drove in the awkward silence. Joseph stole a few glances at me but didn’t say anything.I sat quietly in the passenger seat, my mind swirling with questions and curiosity. The silence stretched between us, heavy with anticipation and a touch of anxiety."Joseph, where are we going?" I finally voiced my question, breaking the stillness of the car."I made a decision for us," Joseph replied, his voice calm and reassuring. "I hope this actually makes you happy. I wasn’t sure how to go about it and I didn’t have a lot of time because of the rushed wedding. So its not fully ready and maybe that’s a good thing." His response brought a flutter of excitement mixed with nervousness.His words only fueled my curiosity further. What decision could he have made? And why the secrecy? Despite m
Emily Warner, the crazy and happy go lucky side-chick in all of the stories. She is happy that all of her friends met the man of their dreams but she hasn’t. She has never met a man who even remotely loved her. As a kid, she always hoped for a crazy life story like beauty and the beast or toy story or finding nemo. But she worked at a nine to five job, at the age of twenty nine, she was single, while all of her friends were either getting married or pregnant. And there she was sitting in front of the television, eating chips out of her hair.At this point in her life, she was heartbroken, depressed and done pretending to be happy when she was clearly not. She just wanted to escape, run away and have a crazy adventure.Little did she know that she would regret making that wish.Emily WarnerI was depressed.I haven’t gotten out of my bed for two days now. Going to sleep knowing that no man is attracted to me and that I am unlovable is now calming to me.I was ashamed, all my friends w