I’m the one at fault.

It was supposed to be the first time we would take our relationship further. We were scared but excited. Not because of the sex, but rather, it's finally the time that both of us felt trust with each other. God knows I need it.

"Hi, honey. I'm already prepared everything for our anniversary. I hope you are too. Love you." I sent her a text message, around 3 PM, precisely after my day job ended. I was excited, really excited. Even my colleagues noticed the wide smile stapled into my face. Congratulations, baby. They would say, with the biggest grin on their faces and some of them hugged me whilst pecking me on the cheeks. "Thank you," I answered them, whilst moving to my work quarters to finish everything for that day.

"Are you waiting for someone? You seemed happy... more than usual, I guess." Father, around a week before, commented on how I looked before the company meeting. I was wearing a black dress, that covered my torso, my thighs and the upper half of my arm. There are frills around my hips, and I wore 2 black earrings. I wore the ring that he gave for last year's anniversary; a rose pink titanium ring on my middle finger. "Thank you, dad. I've been feeling better, these days. Thank you for noticing." I gave him a huge smile. He gave me a smile back and moved forward to hug me.

"I'm finally out. I'll see you soon." A short text message appeared. I smirked. "I'll be waiting." I took another sip of the hot chocolate and took a bite of the donut that I just bought. After a moment, I found myself looking at a teenager, that was sitting on the other side of the cafe. He had a lit cigarette in his mouth, a pair of sunglasses in front of his eyes and a single pink earring on his left ear. He looked angry, for some unknown reason. After a while, he looked at me. We were looking at each other for a while before I gave him a smile and leaving my table. I couldn't let this bother me, I thought to myself.

"Are you on the way there?" Josephine called. "Yeah. The traffic's a bit shitty though." I heard her clicking her tongue. "Okay. Just be safe okay? A big day ahead of us, or rather, ahead of you." She laughed quietly. I could only answer with a quiet nod. "I feel happy, you know. Really, really, really happy." "I know." She hung up suddenly.

"I'm already here. Where are you? Just making sure. Love you, be safe." I gave him another message. I found twiddling my thumbs erratically. I was excited. I turned my head into a mirror next to me and fixed everything that I could fix. My lipstick, my eyelashes, my eyebrows, my cheeks, the short white dress that I wore, the black-red high heels, my brown-colored wavy hair. I need to be perfect, it's a big day. Whilst waiting for the chaperone to come, I found myself giggling quietly under my breath. I can't wait.

"On my way. Traffic." Another short message appeared. "Ok." I typed on the keyboard of my phone and then send the two letters. I looked at the clock above the elevator, 6.44 PM, it said. He was always late, so I didn't really notice anything out of the ordinary. I, again, found myself fixing my appearance countless times. Then, I continued twiddling my thumbs again, more erratic by the moment. My face became paler, my eyes felt heavy, my stomach's growling, my heels are hurting. But, I still found myself waiting, and waiting in the lobby of the 4-star hotel on the outskirts of the city.

"8.11" I typed on my chat with him but held my thumb to press the send button. I turned my head in the mirror, and gave myself a smile. My cheeks hurt. "It's okay, Madam. You look stunning today." Said Jonas, a janitor in my office. I nodded, smiled and walked past him to get to the elevator. "It's okay. I look stunning, anyways." It's a big day for us.