SARA'S POV"We are done, ma'am." Came the voice of the makeup artist as she gave way from me to see myself in the mirror.My mouth popped open and my eyes almost pulled out of its socket as I stared at my reflection.It was like a whole new different person, looking at herself. I barely recognized it was Sara Gilbert staring at herself."Wow, this is.... beautiful." It's my wedding day. A day of bliss and merriment for me and my family. I was finally getting married to my heartthrob. My high school lover, Vincent."He would hardly recognize you, ma'am. You are so pretty." She said again.I had expected makeup that would be worth the amount I paid but it exceeded my expectations. Clara did go far in giving me the best as she promised."Thank you so much, Miss Clara.""You are welcome. As long as you are the daughter of my mother's best friend, I will do the best for you at a cheaper price."Well, here is my life. I am a nineteen-year-old young woman. Just started college. I wasn't bor

SARA'S POVI woke up with a low groan escaping my throat. My body ached but it was from a good feeling. I suddenly shot my eyes open, remembering what had happened to me.I had slept with a stranger after he comforted me yesterday. Good job Sara, good job.You just made yourself look stupid and cheap. How could I have done that? It was a moment meant for my husband, except, there was no husband anymore and I don't wish to pass through this pain again. The pain of falling in love and being betrayed by the ones you gave your all to.I looked beside me and there he was, sleeping peacefully with the duvet stopping right on his waist and his bare back, opened to me. On his back was a tattoo of an eagle, with his wings spread across his back. The eyes of the eagle carried anger. An anger that could slice through the core of the earth.I was tempted to touch it and feel the drawing under my fingers but I retracted my hand, wishing someone was close by to punch my face. I needed to get a head