Chapter 3

Dear Notebook,

I want to cry. What a day. What a day. It was a horrible day. A really horrible day & I have never been embarrassed like this in my entire life. My trip with Fany to the bridal shop was a total disaster. A real, ultimate disaster. *Pout* I really want to cry right now & I don’t care if my honey is going to laugh at me. I really don’t care. I will cry in her arms & shoulder if she was here with me. Humph, who says that a man can’t cry? I say a man can cry even harder than woman. Really. Ouch, my nose. It hurts & it’s all Fany’s fault! *Fume* All her fault! *Wail* (Wait, is it really her fault? *Blush* I was the one who actually looked at her &...Haha, I don’t even want to write it here. *Pout* I’m sure you will write it down in yours, honey.) Ouch, that ice pack I took from the fridge really feels nice on my nose. Oh, god. I don’t know what to say. My wedding is in a couple of days & I have a slightly fractured nose! *Wail* Now what am I suppose to do? Ugh, & I thought only girls get all the fuss about looks on their wedding day, you know, makeup & stuff. Fany doesn’t even bother a single thing about her face, that’s a good thing, of course. (Of course she doesn’t have to worry, she’s dazzling even with a slight makeup.) While me...While me. *Cry* I have a fractured nose & that’s approximately three days before my own we