Brittany O'Neill and her family packed up everything and moved to Berkeley, California for a fresh start. Her brother and she were excepted into Berkeley University and she thought it would be the great college experience. With little to no stresses...
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Chapter: Eighty-Seven
"Britt, look what I drew," Aubrey said, breaking my concentration.
She was still seated at the table, a juice box in front of her as she drew on a small piece of construction paper. Henry turned his attention to her while holding Abel against his chest, and Megan, leaning her head against his shoulder, looked over as well. Taking a seat, I looked at the drawing. It depicted what appeared to be a woman in a wedding dress with a long veil covering her.
"Wow, that's' beautiful," I smiled.
It truly was. If Mr. Sullivan could see her drawing, he'd decide I wasn't that great of an artist after all. He'd drop me from the contest and take her. I'd imagine Greg and Susan would tag along to help chaperone her. Now that would be a fun little adventure and I'd probably also tag along.
"Who's supposed to be getting married?" Niles asked her gently.
"I don't know. It was just in my vision," she replied.
My first thought was Henry and Megan, though they had yet to set a date. They'd be marrying soon, most likely. From what I could tell, the drawing appeared to be modern, so it couldn't have been one of my past lives. For some reason, I didn't think Megan was the secret bride depicted in this drawing and in Aubrey's vision. But then, who was she? Who else would be getting married? It wasn't me.
"Whoever she is, she has a pretty dress," Megan commented.
"It's very pretty," I agreed.
"Not everyone was happy about it," Aubrey revealed.
"What do you mean?" I asked, looking at her.
"Some people were crying, and it wasn't because they were happy. The lady in the picture is happy, but not everyone else is."
I turned to Niles. "Niles, what do you think she saw?"
"It's hard to say, really. Perhaps—
Just then, the bell atop the door rang as someone walked in. Everyone turned and a rush of relief washed through me. Louis walked in with both Zeke and Clary and he looked pained, but also like he was looking for something or someone. Lily stood, walking slightly toward him, but paused.
"Zeke?" she breathed, tears beaming her eyes.
He didn't waste any time going to her and wrapping her in his arms. "Shh, I'm here. I'm sorry I left and I'm sorry I worried you." He apologized to her in her hair.
She hugged him tighter. "Zeke, I'm so sorry. If I hadn't—
"No. Don't do that. Don't blame yourself for what happened. I'm fine and I'm grateful you are too." He pulled away just slightly to glance over at Megan. "Thank you for healing her." He thanked, and she smiled.
"You know you don't have to thank me. You're both my friends, and I'll always be here for you." Megan nodded.
"Again, thank you." He nodded, turning back to Lily. "Walk with me?" He offered, softly.
