Her Perfect Life; My Perfect Lie

the room from the window. She must have drunk too much last night. Sitting upright

only the sound of the air conditioner could be heard. The bedspread smelled of cleaning chemicals, which made he

time it was. "Oh my God!" She suddenly jerked up from the bed

place? Brian would be f*cking angry at me by now. He must have been in the church waiting for his

have you done to yourself?" She muttered, picking up her phone and the scarf she had come with. She reached out to the door and tried

p in her eyes. "Is this some kind of joke? If it is, then who has the godamn right to joke with her

out why and how she ended up here. Then she remembered that

urial, Marly stole everything they left for her and her twin sister and left the country. Merle tried all means to ge

e, in her kind heart, forgives her twin and welcomes her back. Marly suggested they both

that Merle drink, but she refused, telling her she didn't want to get drunk on her because her big day was the nex

e she drank it. She recalled Marly's insistence that they go out alone, claiming she needed some alone time w

wards, claiming she just wanted to rest a bit, as she had a

ill get a certain amount. And she placed a high price, which Merle joked about, saying it could be a welcome gift from her twin. Without doubtin

e gain if I don't get married today? She doesn't even know Brian. They've not met yet, so what could be her motive? No, she can't. It has

ar me? I need to get out of this room, please!" She kept

ntact, but the call was not connecting. "Where the hell is

sponse. Then she noticed her SIM cards were rem

the floor, her tears now flowing as the realization sank that

nts? All these questions and more kept flowing into Merle's mind, yet there was nothing she could do to h

g the door, and then she stood up hurriedly, searching through the room for anything that could

en a pamphlet slid into the room from under the door. Her wedding pamphlet