(It's alright!)
Rylee had been excused from the table so he slowly got up and walked out to the gardens, sitting down and looking over the rose garden. His parents had turned the bushes into large altar-like shapes for his wedding tonight. He sighed a quiet, sad sigh and he buried his face into his hands. He felt like crying once again, and he allowed himself to sob out audibly, as he wanted to hear his own voice again. Finally, his younger sister, Perrah, came out and sat beside him. She gave a small smile and says kindly, "Don't cry, Rylee! Today's supposed to be special, you get a special man to love you!" She took my hand and I didn't respond, as she did not know I was male. I give a weak smile and she hugs me, then runs off to go pretend to get married under my alter. I bite my lip to keep from screaming, my shoulders beginning to tremble as I whisper to myself, "It isn't special... If anything, it's pure hell." I finally get up and dry my tears, going up to my room due to a maid's request.
I sit down as a young woman walks in, a belt covered with different brushes and a bag overflowing with makeup supplies. "Hiya Rylee! I am here to make you look all pretty for your big day!~" She says in an upbeat tone, but I don't say a word in response. She gives a weak smile and gets to work. By the time we had finished, I truly did look amazing, but it didn't feel good on me, no matter how good I looked. "Well, Look at the time! Your wedding is only mere hours from now! Arent you excited?" She asked, but I only gave a small smile and pointed to the door. She gave another smile and walked out, grumbling and cursing once the door closed, making me chuckle.