Something old, something new, something borrowed:
Prologue:
She'd never believed in 'destiny', or fate, or second chances.
She believed that things happened, people changed and there was no real chance at 'happily ever after'. She believed that love, was a frenzied, frivolity of her past.
She had watched on in silence as her blushing, flustered friend had shown off her engagement rings, to her bridesmaids-to-be… earning awed smiles, and squeals of delight.
"Are you sure you want to do this?"
The engaged girl's eyes had sparkled with anticipation, and she had nodded mutely, smiling brightly, then had given a small sigh before speaking.
"He means the world to me."
She watched now, as the bride adjusted her veil in front of the mirror, sending her bridesmaids nervous looks, as she bit her lip.
"It'll be fine!"
"Don't worry!"
The others gave her those reassuring comments , but all she could muster was a sad smile.
That was all she had left of love.
The sadness.
While her friend burst with happiness, and love for her groom.
If she had believed in true love, and soul mates, she would have said that the twosome were a match made in heaven.
But she didn't.
There had been a time, when she had been as infatuated as they. There had been a guy, who had made her heart race crazily.
But he was gone now.
She wasn't a teen anymore.
It was time to be mature, adult, and responsible about relationships. She had to be weary and careful.
She didn't believe in 'destiny', fate, or second chances.
But a second chance was exactly what she would be offered.