The wedding house

 The house was a massive wedding hall, with thick gilded curtains and champaigne glasses lining the many tables. The guests gave off a scent of affluence.  I remember thinking "I've made it". My bride to be had a rich look about her that was full of the recognition of others. Her legs were golden, her hair too. And then I looked closer into her face. Her eyes were the most unknowing, petty, humorless eyes I'd ever seen. Nothing like the little one I'd left. My Thai princess. I only realized how soft, how loving was the woman I'd left. And an inner scream rent my soul. What had I done?