Xeria’s P.O.V
Before the ceremony
"Xeria, what're you doing here?" I see up from my teary-blur, eyes.
"Ivan, please get me out of here. Just please help me," I plead, bursting into tears.
"Ok, don't worry, get up; we will get out of here." He says, supporting me to stand up.
Avoiding the gazes of the passersby, Ivan guides me to his room. Though I asked him to take me out of here, it isn’t possible for now; everything is under strict surveillance, so there's no way I can walk out of here unseen.
Ivan unlocks the door, and we walk inside his room. He makes me sit on the couch, arranging my huge dress.
"Now tell me exactly what happened." He asks, pouring water into the glass and then offering it to me.
Looking up, I narrate to him all the series of events from the beginning until what I saw in my parents' room.
Tears spring to my eyes again, but they do not fall. I think Ivan is as shocked as I am because he is not speaking.
"Xeria, I do not know what is the right or wrong thing to do at this moment. All I can advise you to do is think about what is not going to hurt you the most. No matter what you decide to do, I will be there for you." He consoles me, pushing the tissue box towards me.
I just sit there, staring at nothing, thinking and analyzing the situation. I don't realize how much time has already passed since Ivan left to give me some time to think.
"Xeria!"
I hear Ivan calling me, snapping me from my trance state, I look at him.
"Everyone is looking for you; what is your decision?" He asks me with a worried look.
...
Willie and Quentin burst inside the room carrying the veil and some makeup, I guess.
After getting ready for the final time, we made our way towards the hall. We were already late.
When I reach the other side of the aisle, my parents look at me with relief.
Just that one look reassured me that I have made the right choice. The ceremony proceeded; Khaos didn't say anything to me else but "Are you okay?" and after that, it all went in a blur until the ceremony ended, and I dragged him to my room after that.
Present
After clicking some mandatory pictures and giving a short appearance at the reception, the two of us (obviously me and Khaos) leave for my home, which mom has prepared for the occasion.
The drive back home was silent. I changed into a comfortable short red dress after that for the reception.
I feel bad for not taking Potato with me, but mom said it would be lonely if both of us left, so for the time being, he's staying with them only.
Well, my home happens to be a less shady penthouse. Opening the door, I see that mom has done some very classic decorations: red votive candles, red roses, dim lights, noo. I want to dig up a hole, and I hide in it.
"If you're hungry, grab something from the kitchen; I'm going to crash now; I'm tired." I tell Khaos, who is casually looking around.
The only redeemable thing about this place is the view.
"The guest room is next to my room, so make sure to not sleep on the couch." Taking a final look at the gray-eyed idiot, I walk upstairs to my room.
First thing in the morning, I have to accompany mom to her chemo and bring Potato here.
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