Prologue

The sound of the rich, live, and elegant classic filled the air. It was the day of my cousin’s wedding. I have never really attended one before, and I was not planning to this time also if it wasn’t for my mother. She was nagging and nagging about how ‘lovely’ this wedding was going to be, I could not bear it any longer. Sure enough, graceful music, ornate interior, although it was none of my concerns, to put it in mother’s words, I guess it was lovely enough. Rather than this, I would rather much see the face of my cousin’s fiancé, technically in a few hours: wife. As I was walking towards the bride’s waiting room, I witnessed the bride and groom talking outside in the deserted hallway. The bride who should have had the most amiable smile, teared as the groom walked away from her.