His Favorite Sin

Brinda's P.O.V

"I can't believe it! I'm finally getting married to the man of my dreams!" I squealed with my lips wide open, spilling words of excitement.

"Who could have thought that a nobody like me could find her missing rib? And now, look at me - the queen of them all!," I intertwined my fingers.

I grabbed onto the bedside table while my legs bounced on my bed like a giddy teenager, forgetting momentarily that I was a full-grown adult. But how could I not? Today was the happiest day of my life. A day I had only dared to dream of had now become my reality forever.

I twirled around my room in my majestic, flawless white gown, singing my favorite song when I suddenly felt the weight of my heart in my chest.

I felt the weight of the heart in my palm for a moment. Tears welled in my eyelids as my lips pressed together. "Oh, I wish my parents were alive to see their little princess walking down the aisle. But," I whispered softly, "God knows best. I miss you both so much."

I stood before the mirror, marveling at the radiant woman reflecting at me. "Brad," I murmured", "you've turned my life around." I could almost feel his touch, his presence electrifying every fiber of my being.

Brad was the only man who truly knew me, yet still chose to walk the path of forever with me, pulling me out of the depths of depression. He's the first man that I ever loved and the only man who wanted to take me to the altar.

My hands stumbled on the speaker remote playing "Call Me baby" which made my hands and legs swinging in a goofy manner while tapping my feet together.

"I can't imagine how marriage is though, but who cares? Mine is here to stay!" while still dancing up and down.

"Brinda!" Lizzy's voice pulled me from my thoughts, which, with her serious tone, stunned me.

"I'm coming," I called out, still moving my lips like a professional dancer, but her continuous knocking hinted urgency, which made my countenance change.

Opening the door, I was greeted by her tear-streaked face, with her cheeks burning with pain. Alarm bells rang in my head. "What happened?", I asked, glaring at her in a confused state.

"Sis, you know that you're the only family I have. No matter what happens, I'll always be there for you," she said, stuttering, with her hands trembling.

"Ummm, what do you mean by 'situation', Lizzy"? I asked, my brows knitting together and my stomach twisting.

"It's from Brad," she whispered. My hands shakingly embraced the note while bracing myself for its contents:

My mind kept wondering what the letter contained while a sick feeling kept drowning in my stomach.

"Dear Brinda,

I'm sorry I can't go through with this glorious wedding. It hurts me deeply to write this letter, especially knowing how my heart once beat for you with