Cassandra Reid

I contemplate my figure in the mirror plunged into a deep silence. It seems that I am going to a funeral and not to my own wedding.

My parents haven't come, they haven't called. Apparently they have fulfilled their threat and I no longer exist for them.

I don't know why I expected them to show up even after two weeks. By now I should be used to their rudeness, claims, offenses and disappointments..., but it's not like that. Their indifference hurts and the words of that night con