For you see, each day I love you more, today more than yesterday and less than tomorrow.
- Rosemonde Gerard
19|| The wedding
The chauffeur soon arrived at the site and both James and Bella left.
It dawned on me then that they had a lot to talk about judging by the look on her face when James spoke of the night at Jamaica.
My parents slowly escorted everyone else back into the hall and apologized to them for the commotion before encouraging them to continue with the dinner. It was a good thing that rehearsal dinners only include the very close family and friends.
"I can take you home now if you want Ari, just say the word." Bash whispered into my ear holding me close to him as silent sobs wracked through my body.
"I want to go back in. There's food, ice cream, Mia, mum and dad, and you in there and that's enough." I replied stuttering a bit.
He nodded and helped me back into the hall where everyone stopped and stared at us as we walked over to the table at the center that seated the bride and groom along with their parents, the maid of honor and best man.
The other bridesmaids and groomsmen sat at the table next to ours as our grandparents and other close relatives sat on the other side.
I barely spoke for the rest of the night and pigged out on all the food and ice cream that was there.
My silence continued on the way back home and that bothered my parents and Mia a bit, but they didn't say anything giving me the space I needed to process everything and then be my best tomorrow.
Once in my room I quickly stripped out of my clothes and locked myself in the bathroom.
I scrubbed myself to remove James' hold off of me, I cried for all the emotions that are running through my being. And I sat quiet letting my thoughts run a hundred miles a minute as they tried to catch up with everything.
Once I felt a small sense of comfort I got back into the room and fell onto the bed shutting my eyes and tried to fall asleep.
But an hour later and I find myself on my way to my parents' room, knocking on their door. My mum answered the door and the moment she took a look at my face she was ushering me into her room and towards the bed.
It felt like I was five again, running into my parent's room because I'm scared of the nightmares. And even after twenty years, it was as comforting as I remembered it being.
The next morning I was woken up by my mum telling me that I had to go with the girls for an early morning mani-pedi appointment.
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The Not So Perfect Love Story
RomanceIt was the perfect and simple love story. But perfection is an illusion and life is not simple. Charlotte Maria Scott and James River Knight had known each other all their lives. Their grandfathers were friends and business partners, their fathers w...
