My eyes followed Brielle, as she stood on the altar, demonstrating how Estelle and I would carry out our vows. That scene took me back to the past, when it was our wedding. The decorations that day wasn't as beautiful as this. Brielle then was as innocent and weak as a fly. She had her head bowed
After dropping Estelle at home, I had driven down to the hall to meet Brielle, but was told by the decorators that she went out with a man in his car. Now it's ten and she wasn't back. "She has a lot of explaining to do!" I groaned, watching from above. And just then, I saw a car pulling right ou
ARGON After what happened that night between Brielle and I, she began to avoid me anyway possible. If we meet at the stairs, she'd take a U-turn and head back to her room until I was gone. If it's the dining room, she'd act like a ghost and run away from there. How? Well, when I stepped into the
"Whatever you say, my lady, " They both agreed, following her. Because of what she said, I didn't head inside but followed them at once, disturbing their privacy. "Choose me and I'll make you my queen." "No, pick me, Brielle. I'll be the one who'll make you the queen of this world." When I heard
Brielle's eyes grew large in surprise. She no longer stepped away from me but remained in her spot. When I saw this, my heart glowed. "Love?" "Yes, love. You still love me but chose to pretend like you don't. You can't stand the fact that I'm getting married to Estelle, that's why you're forcing
ARGON After all the struggles and battles, the D day was finally here. Here I was, standing before the mirror and getting ready for the wedding ceremony taking place tonight. Jerome was helping me out with my white and golden suit, making sure it was a perfect fit, while I just stared at my refl
ARGON Night at the wedding venue, I stood upstairs, at the back of the the wide opened Hall, watching all the guests stepping in with their fancy attires. From top business men, Alphas and their Lunas, to the nosy press. They all gathered inside the Hall, taking their seats, and patiently waiting
"She's coming. After all, she's the one who organized this ceremony herself," I responded, cutting him halfway. "Oh, I see," He uttered, nodding his head while lingering his gaze about. He may not say it, but his face shows it. Sir Derek still isn't pleased with this wedding. He still feels uncomf