Annabeth Lorton opened her red puffy eyes.
How could this have happened? How could she have been so wrong? Jonathan Taylor h.
The events of last evening\'s near wedding played over in her head.
The life drained from her.
Cast aside and thrown to the ground.
It was the perfect depiction of how she felt.
The bouquet that looked so fresh last evening was limp and draping over the dressing table, headed for the floor.
Her wedding dress hung on the door of her closet, seemingly mocking her.
Annabeth Lorton opened her red puffy eyes