I push open the bathroom door, slam both hands down on the bathroom counter, and look at myself in the mirror. What are you doing, Hannah? My emotions are playing a tug of war. You're engaged, in love, confident in your decision to be with Christian-even though, yes, it did all happen very fast... I look at my left hand and its empty ring finger...I need to pee.

I sit on the toilet, my hair buried in my hands. I rub my scalp. Why is this so hard? I love Christian, I want to be with Christian, but... Why am I still attracted to this man? Yes, he's rich and powerful, and he rides around on private planes and yachts, and looks really good in a suit...but he's also selfish, obsessed with his business, and fixed, because he already has a family. He's not even a good kisser. I grab some toilet paper, wipe, and pull my pants back on.

Washing my hands, I look in the mirror again. I should have never agreed to this "date." But if I can't handle a breaking-up-with-someone date, maybe I shouldn't be getting married. You're just getting cold feet, Hannah. Pull yourself together, stop drinking the magical imported Japanese wine, and break up with the guy!

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