I'm getting ready for what women are usually excited about; I am getting ready to walk down the pale purple carpet to where my future husband is standing. The back of my dress was all lace, and it was strapless and floor -length, my soon-to-be step mother picked out the colour of my dress and it was bright pink.
I know right? Who wants a bright pink wedding dress, but she helped me with everything and this is the only thing she wanted, I just couldn't say no.
I have loved the man I'm about to marry for 3 years now and finally I'm going to marry him. I Isabelle Scott is about to marry the man of my dreams. You see I am 23 and lost my parents in a car crash when I was sixteen and my brother Justin had to take care of me, that was a hard time in both our lives, I went into a deep depression and I just didn't want to live anymore, I dropped out of school and moved. I moved to Los Angeles and got a job at a cafe just across from a university when I was 18. When I just turned 20 I met him, the man of my dreams Ian Richards.
I hear the music start and I start to get my shit together, I grab my flowers and turn to the doors, the next thing I know is that I'm being pulled down the hallway.
"Bell I have to leave and not return, you know I love you and I might come back one day but I have to go" Ian said to me. All I could do was stand and not moved he kissed me and left me standing there staring after him.