The Happy Bride

“She’s taking too long…” Lucian mumbled and Haden who was standing behind him shifted on his feet uncomfortably.

Lucian looked at Peter who was still keeping his composure as he stared at the entrance. Lucian knew the moment something changed when Peter smiled.

“She wanted to make an entrance…” He said.

Lucian turned around to find himself staring at the most beautiful vision he had ever seen. Thea was walking down the aisle toward him her dress making her look as if she was floating in the air on a cloud.

Her black hair was held up in an elaborate chignon making her majestic raven locks look like ink in contrast with the white dress. She was smiling as she greeted the guests walking slowly and confidently toward him. But Lucian still had to look her in the eyes and he kept anticipating the moment her amber eyes met his.

When they did, he felt as if he was electrified with the piercing beautiful gaze she gave him. Her eyes looked as if they were challenging him and everything and ever