In all the books I read, the priest would say "You may now kiss the bride," after pronouncing the couple Man and wife. I figured the first time I saw my husband would be when he lifted my veil to take my lips in front of all our loved ones and close friends.
My wedding was nothing like how I imagined.
I could hardly see a thing through the thick, white mesh.
He and I sat side by side during the festivities, but there was no warmth between us.
I half expected it to be a solemn event. Based on the amicable chatter, the people seemed to be enjoying themselves. And him? I couldn't tell.
There was a cup of wine placed before me but I didn't dare take a sip.
A proper lady did not indulge in intoxicants in public. And as the new Lady Sinclair, my first and foremost duty was to be a proper wife.
He wouldn't be upset with a perfect wife, right? I couldn't make him upset.
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Garden of Starlight
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