As the youngest Shelby child and twin to Finn Shelby, Kezia has spent the last 4 of her 10 years locked away for her mental defectiveness.
She returns to Small Heath under the legal guardianship of her brother, Thomas Shelby. Despite knowing she's s...
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Check out the end of this chapter for a surprise (kind of).
This has not been edited to the best of my trying. I wanted to get this out sooner rather than later as we come down to the wire of this season.
CHAPTER EIGHTY-FIVE
Blues threatened to find her.
Even in a crowded arena, Tommy would always look for her. She was an anchor, unwillingly so.
Because, if she thought about it a little more--and she had been with all the time she had on her hands, she wouldn't have minded being there for her brother. She enjoyed feeling needed by the people she loved.
Her mind was a constant source of shamefulness for her. Had she been normal, she could wed Alfie without issue. Been to school, learned to read and write and maybe do math.
Her aunt always told her that God made her this way for a reason, and He loved her for who she was... But if that was true, why didn't He make it so she loved herself too?
"I need to speak with him," Alfie told her. They sat together, in the upper level. The noise was less bothersome up here. "Then we can be on our way. Or we can stay and watch and you can enjoy your family. Up to you."
Up to her.
It was always up to her. Tears threatened to spill. She never had control until Alfie came around. Not until she visited him in the war.
Kizzie swallowed the lump in her throat and reached for his hand. She squeezed until the rings melded against her bones.
"Oh," he suddenly said. "That reminds me." With a heavy breath, Alfie reached his spare hand into his breast pocket. He pulled out a black velvet ring box. "For you. I would get on one knee if I could, but I can't."
Kizzie stared at the thing, unblinking. "What?"
He motioned for her to take it. "Open it."
Kizzie released his hand and opened the box. A ring--a diamond ring--glistened in the overhead lights. It was round, maybe the size of a baby grape, and fit snugly into a metal band.
She looked at Alfie, who had an unreadable expression. "But it's not my birthday."
He smiled and gripped her hand holding the box. "It isn't a birthday present. It's your wedding ring... If you like it."
Kizzie would have dropped the box if Alfie wasn't holding up her hand. "B-but I thought we couldn't get married."
He smiled and nodded. "I told you. I do not need a piece of paper or the law to tell me I am married. We are making time for ourselves. Things will fall into place when it is time."
