I Think Married the Wrong Man... Not Knowing He Owns Bangkok

Luna Harris went into the room and knew straight away that it was strange. It was the draft of air between the bricks. She had thought there would be noise like she remembered in her early years. She had thought there would be loud voices singing, bottles of champagne being opened, and somebody weeping with love. However, it was not like that. It was not irregular. Everybody was deeply careful in what they said. Her mind advised her that the room was similar to a city hall that people go to in order to arrange affairs. It was weirdly silent. The chairs made a soft croak, similar to insects. Everybody went silent as Luna Harris entered. No one was laughing. Luna Harris discovered that the municipal hall was silent in the manner of persons who are avoiding voices being cried out of consideration for injured feelings. No one applauded. Everything was noiseless. This, of course, is odd. The noise is like the fog that forms in the evening. It is brisk. This guilt rendered her.

She squeezes Ethan’s hand. It was good and warm and safe, and that was exactly the kind of feeling that was so easy to forget. That is also why she does not want to look at the people sitting there. She will see exactly what she expects to see, though a sense of pity will mingle with the preemptive disappointment that will finally occur when their curiosity overtakes her. Right now, she and Ethan should be joking about wedding plans and the impossibilities they both knew would be there.

He took a breath. He was the one who should have been holding the wedding. He sounded like he was reading from a piece of paper. The meaning of his words didn’t mean anything to her. She was looking at the room. Noticing the little things about it that she wanted to notice. Her aunt was trying to smile. It was not working. One of her cousins was staring off into space at their phone that was lighting up their face a little blue. A few of her family members were leaning towards each other. The sounds were loud, but it was very silent and freezing. A little too freezing. How weddings should have been. The wedding was silent, and it was putting everything into place. It was wrong. The wedding was not supposed to happen this way.

She lifted her head just a little more. That was her choice. She chose that road. She chose him to be with. Ethan wore a charcoal suit, which was simple. It fit around his body just right. He didn‘t look like he was trying to be anything, a Christmas present or anything. His hair in its mess, his shoulders appeared relaxed. She thought to herself that this was how she wanted him to be. She seemed to feel at ease. Ethan had no imperfections if she was searching for any. They were deep set into his face and