I'm so lucky. I've got it all - beauty, a career, a gorgeous fiancé who loves me. The perfect life.
Or so everyone thinks.
I know better. I don't have anything. He thinks I don't know but I do. I always have.
My fiancé doesn't love me. He loves someone else. A man.
No-one else knows. I don't think I could bare it if they did. If this came out my whole life would change; I'd be an outcast. I'd get pity from people who don't understand, could never understand the shame that will be put on me.
But the truth is I could deal with all that. I could cope with the shame and the avoidance and the pity…I just don't know if I could cope without him. That's the one thing that could never change.
I love him.
So I keep myself looking nice. I plaster a bright smile on my face and talk happily about our future.
And I try to pretend my heart doesn't break every time they look at each other.