It all started with a question. "Do you want to marry me?", that was it. THE question. Of course, she said yes, what else was she supposed to say? They had been dating for ages, and they had been living together for almost six months. She knew his family, and he knew his. The "yes" escaped her lips before she could even think about it.
However, seeing that stone on her finger made her feel insecure. Was she convinced marriage was what she wanted? She had always considered marriage to be an outdated institution, and she had always announced she would never ever get married. Had she succumbed to the pressure of society or had she really changed her mind? Was she ready to commit? She could always divorce, she supposed, but that didn't say much good of her love towards him if she was ready to divorce before getting married.
He was so excited while planning the wedding, he was much more excited than she was. His enthusiasm made her feel bad, and stress out, so she decided to take a weekend off and fly wherever it was cheaper. It turned out to be Budapest. "Perfect" she thought "a nice friendly city, with thermal baths, and some really good places to party."
She left on a Friday afternoon, he had taken her to the airport, and bid her farewell. He told her to have fun, but his eyes were sad and hurt, asking why was she doing that to him. She climbed on the plane, feeling guilty, but that feeling disappeared as soon as the plane took off. She was heading to an adventure, after all, she didn't need to feel guilty for living her life. As she landed in Budapest, she took a taxi to the city center, she could have taken the bus and the metro, but she wanted to spoil herself. It was dark already, when she reached her hotel, so she left her luggage in her room and went out to look for some place to eat. She was tired, however, so she decided to go to sleep early. She spent the following day walking around both sides of the city, Buda and Pest, admiring the contrasting styles. In the evening, she had a quick bite in her hotel, and then she headed out to a bar she had been advised to go.
The following morning she woke up terribly hungover next to a man she didn't know. She was on her underwear, as he was, but she still wondered what had happened. Feeling incredibly guilty, she realized she would need to call off the engagement, she had cheated on her fiancé. The thought made her terrified, she did really want to marry that man. But, would she even be able to look him in the eye again?
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