My head dropped, and the tears fell to the floor because I feared I would ruin my dress if I didn’t. Oliver was a smooth talker, and he always got to me. I thought his vows would be lines I’d heard before, and though some were, they still had a significant impact on how genuine they were.Oliver offered me his handkerchief, and I took it and wiped the tears away before looking back up. I sniffed and cleared my throat. “There is no way what I wrote beats that,” I mumbled to him.He shook his head. “I know your heart, and that will be enough.”I bit my bottom lip and nodded. Nina handed me the small notebook I had written my vows in, and I flipped the pages. “I love you, Oliver Michael Plane, and I wish I knew why. If I did, perhaps it wouldn’t be love anymore. I loved you the first day I saw you, and after six years, I still love you. You always stress that you’re not perfect, and perhaps that’s what makes you perfect to me. If given the chance to start all over, I will pick you, Olive
“You seem happier at the reception than you are now.” Oliver pointed this out as we drove silently for more than five minutes.I turned to him and noticed his curious blue eyes flickering carefully over me. I sighed, and my eyes dropped. “I thought I saw Cecil as we were leaving the reception. She was among the well-wishers waving us off, except she looked angry and held menace in her expression; she was there.” I revealed it to him.He took my hand into his and, bringing it to his mouth, kissed it but remained silent.I didn’t like that very much. He had asked what the problem was and then chose silence after learning about it. “You do not believe me, do you?” I asked.“Cecil is in prison serving the sentence for what she did, and she will not be coming out anytime soon.” He replied.That's true; I knew her sentence, but “I know what I saw.” I murmured, but he heard me and smiled.His head turned, and his soft eyes rested on me. “You shouldn’t give her the power to ruin this importan
My eyes opened, and I found Oliver playing with my coils. A few of the braids had loosened last night during our artwork called Love, and he was currently twirling them between his fingers.“You look too handsome for an early morning,” I muttered, fluttering my lashes. When they opened back up, I found him grinning."Well, thank you, queen gorgeous,” he said, pressing his soft lips against my temple. I rolled my eyes and scoffed, “Queen and gorgeous? Make up your mind, sir.”“I can't; that's the problem. You are my queen because you rule my world, and you are gorgeous because look at you,” he said, his eyes flickering over what he could see of my body.My cheeks grew warm, and I forgot my following line of words and pressed my lips together. Oliver always could do that to me, making me speechless. His compliment hit hard, and knowing he hardly ever had any planned out made it even more incredible.I covered my face, and he pried my hands away. “I mean every word.”“Any plans for the
"Everything looks tiny from up here," I spoke after staring out for a while. Oliver was now seated behind me with his arms around my waist as we stared down from the height."Everything is really smaller than we make it out to be, except faith and love." He responded.I glanced at him, my eyes full of amusement. "Faith, that's new. Is that a newly found focus?"He smiled and tightened his arms around me. "Not new; I always knew this. Life is fleeting and unpredictable, and it is smaller than most people would like to believe. Love and faith, however, aren't. They persist even after our departure. The greatest is love.""When did you get so smart?" I asked, leaning in to place my head on his chest.He kissed my hair and said, "I don't know.""I want to stay here," I blurted out before I could stop it. "It feels quiet, peaceful, and whole. It doesn't make sense, but it does to me. That feels selfish, though.""There is nothing selfish about wanting peace for as long as you can," he repl
The next week, we followed the activities on Oliver's to-do list because they kept getting better with each day that passed. Oliver's call to the correctional centre where Cecil was being held was what I needed to snap back to reality, and I haven't seen her since then. We had moved on to enjoy our honeymoon days.Every morning, except for the days marked out, we would make love; it was the duty of whoever woke up first to initiate it. Oliver always wakes up first, so as soon as I woke, he'd kiss me, and his hands would begin their work. I didn't complain. It was nice when he did all the heavy lifting. After the first thing on the list, we would bathe and order breakfast. With that out of the way, he would proceed to reveal the order of the day. Some days, we went sightseeing; others, we went swimming, and yesterday, we joined the locals' festival and learned a few things about the state. I didn't think I would enjoy myself so much, but I did. Oliver always gave his best. Did I forget
Oliver's POV Vivian didn't give me the news of Julie's death; Sir did, and he only heard it because of his connections. According to him, a drunk driver had run the red light and collided with Julie's car. She had been in the ICU since last night, and Vivian had been at the hospital, where she had fought for her life until a few hours ago. There was still so much information that came in that I wasn't mentally prepared for, but I had to listen. He told me we had to be there for Vivian. We had a few more days left on our honeymoon when the call came in, but we knew we couldn't stay, and even if we did, we wouldn't enjoy it. Ela began packing immediately after I told her the devastating news. I didn't have to tell her to; she did it anyway. When I asked her why she asked no questions, she said she had witnessed our tight bond and knew what that meant. I had to be with my best friend, and it didn't matter that the honeymoon was over. What mattered was Vivian, who needed all the support
Imela’s POVMy phone rang, and as I picked it up, I saw Ingrid as the caller. I smiled and answered, “Hello, Ingrid.”“Hello, Imela.”“How are you?” I asked, picking up my diary from the nightstand drawer and sliding it into my bag.“I’m great. I figured you would return from your honeymoon today and wanted to call and say congratulations to you once again.” She said.My smile remained, and I didn’t try to tell her that we had been back for a while, as our plans had been cut short because of the tragedy that befell Vivian. If she didn't see it on the news, there was no reason to bring it up.“Thank you, Ingrid, and how is Fermín?” I asked, carrying on the conversation.She stayed silent, and that didn't seem good. “That’s why I called.”My heart slowed, thinking of the worst that could have happened. “Okay, what's wrong?”“He asked me to marry him,” she said quietly.My eyes widened, and I covered my mouth. This was better than I expected. “What did you say?”“I said yes this morning,
Oliver’s POV “Tell me you will not do anything stupid.” I said this to Vivian, who was at the end of the line. It has been a month since Julie’s passing, and Vivian isn’t the same man he used to be. He got into trouble last week when a paparazzi followed him to take pictures of him when he went out for a walk. The video showed him grabbing the man by the collar, then reaching for the camera, which he smashed to the ground. Some criticised his actions as toxic; others called for respect for people grieving. Being the least busy of all of us, Sir stayed with him almost always, but Vivian didn’t like that very much. He had fallen out with Sir a few times, but because he was the stronger one, Sir always tackled him or beat him up if that was necessary. I saw him yesterday, and he had a bruised lip, courtesy of Sir. Vivian announced his return to his company this morning, and it had been all over the news. Was he mentally capable of returning? Yes. Was he emotionally ready to return? No.