She was sitting on the creamy white couch in the Bridal room.

She was in her white Wedding Dress. The White Wedding Dress she adored while standing outside the Wedding Boutique that day. The day she was 10.

She closed her eyes, memories flooded...

"My dear, my little Sulli, I promise, on your Wedding Day, you will be the most beautiful Bride, and your Prince will be standing there at the end of the aisle, with his big silly happiest smile, waiting to hold your hand... Just like your Grandfather when he waited for me 40 years ago..."

...

"Can you two please just get married, before this cancer takes me and brings me to your Granfather's place?"

...

"Mother, I oppose this, Sulli deserves a marriage with love. Not like this. Of all people in the family, I thought you were the one who fully knew about this?"

... She whispered still closing her eyes, trying to hold back the tears. It hurt, really hurt... Both her heart and her pride..."He won't, Grandma... Until the day you're gone... It will never be me... God, why not me? Instead of her, why don't you just take me?"

*Flashback*

"Don't tell me I'm the one, Ssul..."

"Oppa..."

"Sorry Ssul, but when she's gone, I don't think I can love anymore.."

*End flashback*

It was 5 years ago, when she was 17..

Now that she was in the white wedding dress and soon walked down the aisle with him standing at the end.

"Grandma, you know this right? He doesn't love me, he told me years ago..."

"Do you still you him, dear?"

"Grandma, it's not a fairy tale, and I'm not a Princess, as in those tales you read every night, I'm not that little girl any more..."

"He said he would try, dear..."

... I'm not a Princess,

this ain't a fairy tale...

I'm not the one he sweep off her feet...

Lift her up the stairs...