Disastrous wedding ceremony

Raisel – POV

Alaric was cutting the cake. From the corner of my eye, I noticed Soren’s blank look, but there was a hint of amusement because the cake tasted like pure fire. Davina was coughing, and Alaric’s face was red—I knew this happened whenever he ate spicy food; he couldn’t tolerate it. I enjoyed their misery, their faces giving away their discomfort. The crowd looked worried, some even confused, as if thinking it was just another prank after all the other disasters that had happened at their wedding. Davina managed to keep smiling, and Alaric played along, calling it a prank, but no one believed them at all. All eyes were on Hazel’s mother, who looked ashamed and frustrated with how things were going, and I could see Hazel feeling a bit guilty for putting her mother in such a situation.

The champagne opening and the toast went well, but I was sure something else was coming. My eyes scanned the party, seeing people half amused by the drama and half offering sympathetic looks. So