85. Husband and wife

VIOLET

The hours until the ceremony passed in a blur of love and support from my family, shared laughter and whispered reassurances. The bridal suite, a room that Mrs Bianchi had ushered us in, buzzed with activity, a contrast to the turmoil in my mind. Even as I smiled and let their teasing wash over me, a part of me was crumbling with the weight of secret I was hiding, it felt heavy on my conscience and pulled me into the dark path of ‘what ifs' that I didn’t want to venture on.

When the time came to walk down the aisle, I took a deep breath and watched as everyone left the room one by one except Mom. She had tears in her blue eyes as she let her eyes travel down me. “You have come a long way, sweetheart. And I am so proud of you.”

I bit down on my bottom lip, trying hard not to sob as I had already cried so many times when Mad, Dom, Brandon and Kiara had become sentimental out of nowhere. I was glad that Alex and Scar had chosen not to add to more of these emotional words and i