" Do you, Christopher Joseph Corbyn take Dream Ophelia Knight to be you wife?"
My heart is stuck dry in my throat and waiting for his answer.
" I DO."
"Do you, Dream Ophelia Knight take Christopher Joseph Corbyn to be you wife?"
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Dress to kill.
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That were the only word my mind was throwing back at me. I am not gonna show him my past self. That Dream is dead buried. This Dream, is confident, respectable and most importantly married.
I read every detail yesterday when my secretary said that I have a meeting with the Johnson's. Matthew. Matthew Johnson. A demon from my past who had successfully made me loose my sanity, made me a mess, a disappointment to my family. But I am more than that today.
I am finally happy, and he will not ruin it for me.
" You look beautiful mi reina ( my queen )." A strong embrace pulled me towards its chest, and whispered in my ear. Which was enough for my heart to do flips. A voice I have grew to be fond of.
