CHOICE
"That's very beautiful." The waitress told her as she served her the coffee she ordered. She returned her a genuine smile and went back to admiring the landscape of Paris from the Eiffel Tower. She's been sitting at 58 Tour Eiffel since afternoon all alone, all by herself. She was keen on finally finding success, she had to finish designing her wedding dress. Veronica Presley took a deep breath and took a final look at the artwork she accomplished. She couldn't be happier, it sure looked a masterpiece, since the day the wedding date has been fixed there this goofy smile that never for once went away, it kept playing on her lips. Everything was going so well, she would be marrying the man whom she had admired all her life, Mr. Perfectionist. He was really the perfect man, not that she was any lesser. Every now and then people tell her how good they look together. He was her best friend in childhood, but soon their friendship lost its magic. But she had always remembered him, hoping that one day everything will be the same. She was patient, in the end, her wish did come true. They'll finally be tying the knot.