"Name something sexual that you've done with a man." Harry demanded with an evident smirk on his face, sending immediate chills down my spine.
For the pastors son, he's nothing like I expected.
"N-nothing. It's a sin." I argued, frowning my eyebrow...
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Chapter Seventy Four __________________
When Lawerence and Gemma's wedding ceremony was over, we were directed to go behind the building the wedding took place in and through a trail until we reached an area full of vibrant trees with lights draped from tree to tree or around the trunk, and about three long tables full of champagne glasses, silverware, expensive plates and green leaves running across the middle of the table, along with white roses that remained hydrated in a glass vase filled with water.
A grey cloth cascaded underneath everything presented on the table and two expensive and very comfortable white chairs sat at the end of the middle table, where Gemma and Lawerence sat while family stood up and praised their marriage and told short stories of what they could remember from Gemma's childhood. Everyone got pretty emotional when her mothers name got brought up besides Gemma herself.
She appeared to be at peace with the thought of her mother being gone and turned her sorrow into happiness. Gemma has definitely came a long way after the things I heard her speak on during the ceremony. Harry brought up her speech to me while we were eating and confessed the guilt that resided in his stomach. He wished that he would've been there for his sister.
I assured him that he's lucky to have someone like Gemma who is understanding and doesn't dwell on the past because Gemma truly could've treated Harry terribly when he came around due to her pain being just as severe as his but she didn't and that shows how alike but different two siblings can be.
Pastor Styles hadn't made the attempt to speak to us during this event and it sort of... bothered me. Of course, I could've made the first move but his reaction after seeing us together didn't make me feel too well about approaching him. He didn't appear to thrilled about the fact that I attended the wedding with his son, which I couldn't wrap my head around.
I was slowly beginning to see how strange pastor styles can be towards Harry. Normally, he'd put on this act as if he cared about his son and wanted to be around him— which I thought was true when he brought Harry to my house for Bible study that same week Harry came around after so many years.
Their relationship with each other was ultimately confusing and I preferred not to dig deep into it because it wasn't my business and additionally, I wasn't attending the church anymore, so there was never any reason to keep in contact with him or even run into him. But overall, this was my pastor ever since I was a child and I'd expect us to at least greet each other with hugs, smiles and appreciation.
Another clicking sound of a fork pounding against the side of a wine glass rang through my ears before I realized where it was coming from. Beside me. Harry's bum rose off the chair and my eyes followed him until he stood tall. It took not only myself but everyone else by shock because they knew how closed off Harry could be.
