Hundred and Fifty

ALMOST A YEAR LATER

KATHY

I held on to my long flowing dress, as I dawdled the day away staring at my beautiful red dress in front of the full-length mirror in our bedroom.

Months had passed and all I could never forget were the memories made in this bedroom.

I looked over to the bed and had my gaze back on my dress in my reflection.

But then, in all of this, thoughts of Damon never cease from my head.

When I close my eyes, I can remember every details of that house as clear as a picture.

The smell of the hallways, down to the cellar, all glued to my head.

I was probably wondering what he’d be up to and whether or not they had the rogues defeated.

For some reason I felt sort of guilt leaving them all behind, going with my mate.

Well obviously, I chose happiness.

An absurd decision like they would call it, but apparently it was only for the best.

I could barely conceal the anger I felt afterwards, making each passing day regretful over an unfinished business.

As I stood in front of th