All Chapters of Maid To Be (Book Three): Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

I woke up to the sound of voices breaking all around me. How faint they were, yet strong enough to have my ears perked, with figure soon tearing off the comfort of the bed in which I was laid. "Come on, people!"The utterances began. "We haven't got all day""Let's move along!"That voice broke out, mixed with noises pulling from outside, I was prompted out the space of the room, feet bare, hair disheveled, going to have a look for myself. I could feel a ring in my head, that pang which wouldn't give me some rest. What the hell had happened to me? Why was I clad in a robe I bore no familiarity with? And for what reason did I wake up in Ashley's home. And yet again, that throbbing ache in my head returned. Why wouldn't it ease me? All I could remember was having been drenched in liquor, girls dancing half naked before me, and while I was being educated by the raving girls that had gathered to party, I was made introduced to such wilding I never had been amiss. All which befell

I could feel the number of gazes that turned to me, upon my entrance. My entrance which had now struck the silence into the hall. Those gazes were filled with a lot of things: Relief, astonishment, glee, it went on. But I tried not to focus on the number of people that had turned around gazing upon the figure of the bride waddling into the hall. My eyes were only staring through the veil placed on my head, gazing on at that figure stood on the alter. His eyes were centered on me, watching as I made my way in. Believe me, I couldn’t see properly underneath this sheer veil placed on, but I wasn’t one to miss the joy that filled his eyes upon sight of me. His lips were parted open, gaze blank, perhaps it was bewilderment that had those eyes struck, while they peered on at me. And while I made my way down the aisle, an orchestral rendition of ‘Hallelujah’ sung by the lovely group, ‘Pentatonix’ was being played. Those violin tunes and the harp to go with, brought every vigor to my

"It is with a sincere heart, that we say how sorry we are, and ask that you accept our apologies"Jordan had taken the alter, addressing the already impatient crowd of people, filled with murmurings that still could be heard breaking out."Do spare us a moment to have the bride and groom joined in Union, and we can all return to our homes" He followed at once, eyes beaming on at the guests. The priest, Peter, had taken the alter once more, eyes still soft, the life to be found in that gaze of his. For someone who had a busy day ahead, he seemed much patient waiting for the rings to be brought, and not for once had he laid a complaint on being kept in the dark. He had come up to us, hands holding onto the tiny boxes which now bore the rings, and in a second, he was standing before us. "Cameron Williams, do you take Nia Sangretti as your lawfully wedded wife, and promise to be faithful to her for better or for worse, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish her until death

“Mr Williams!” That voice had snapped my gaze to the figure hurrying towards us. Eyes rushed with glee, hands waving on at us, the man hurried forward, his boots planting a print into the loose soil at each step he drew closer. “A delight to have you here” He followed. “I’m Jan” He had shot out a hand to Cameron, giving a handshake, and with his gaze soon shifting to mine, he gave a bow. “A lovely wife you’ve got, Mr Williams” His voice was laced with a thick accent, blue eyes growing in size while he turned to the figure of Joseph still stood by his vehicle. “Hope he didn’t wear you both out” Jan whispered, pulling closer to Cameron. “The man is known for accompanying people with the tales of the downside to life which he has been in” “Believe me, whatever he has done or said, he has said the same thing to the number of guests he has brought here” “Do not take his words to heart” Jan let out. “He’s only a man, who’s been made to view life from behind, and perhaps aims to su

We walked out to a queue of kids, dressed in white and black uniforms, all bearing smiles on each of their faces. Amongst them was a boy, stood at a side, a mid-sized drum hanging from his neck, while hands went beating down on it with the drum sticks in his hold.“Hello” One of the kids had pulled forward, soon making his way over to Nia, who bore a smile that wasn’t ready to make leave of that entrancing face of hers any time now. It was a young boy with such rich brown eyes that was enough to have the attention anyone close to him. The moonlight which reflected onto his brown skin, gave perfect view, revealing the features of his profile, while he drew to us. I watched the eyes of Nia beam on at the boy, while receiving the handshake he had presented onto her, and then giving a slight bow to both of us, he went back joining the formation. Judging by the way he moved around, speaking to the rest, one could tell he was the leader of the group. And with a snap of his fingers, t