My friends used to warn me, "Three times a bridesmaid, never a bride."

Yet whenever they tied the knot, they always asked me to be their maid of honour. Do you see the irony?

It's not that I'm boasting that I have lots of friends, but rather it's getting worrying. I always admired the simplicity of weddings, the way love never failed to bind two souls together, so pure, so beautiful.

Yet, it seemed like I was playing a game of cat and mouse with fate. Till this day, I haven't met my prince charming.

This year, my best friend is going to tie the knot. And I'm going to be a bridesmaid. For the third time.

Was I doomed to be alone all my life?