Forgive Me

Chapter 22

Rosette's POV...

"Why am I the last to know my wedding is today?!?" I scream as my mother and a bunch of women run around my room. I should have known it was weird Jason randomly booked me a hair appointment for yesterday.

My goddess braids pass my shoulder and my mother is currently spraying my hair to make it more shiny. Ugh, I wish she would stop, the room is getting smokey. Two women touch up my nails and another two touch up my toes.

"Have you heard of the theme?" My mother said and I shook my head. I surely wasn't asked for my input either. She frowns before patting my shoulder and leaving the room. What the fuck? Is she going to tell me the theme?

"It's glow in the dark or something like that." The lady who is working on my right foot said. I look down at her and take in her appearance. Her red hair is brushed back into a neat ponytail and her outfit is one she probably wears a lot. Nail polish stains her clothing, fingers, and cheek.

"Glow in the dark? What kind of ideas is that? Is it a trend or something?" I ask and she shrugs her shoulders and continues to coat my nails. I frown and bite my lip nervously. How do I walk to the altar in the dark? Where are we having the wedding? It shouldn't be anywhere big, I don't really know a lot of people. How does she know theme??

"It's odd that you didn't know the theme of your wedding." Says the brunette touching up my left hand. I couldn't help but agree with her. I was left in the dark about it all.

"I'm sure your groom has it all under control. Hm, do you know where the two of you will be going for your honeymoon?" The blonde to my right asks and I shake my head. I don't know and to be honest, I didn't think of the honeymoon at all.

"Well, it makes sense why she wouldn't know that. Honeymoons should be a surprise to the bride until she gets on that plane." The older woman who works on my right foot said. I smile at her words.

"I can see the two of you going to an island. There are plenty of resorts and the thought of making love with the ocean in the background... I need a cold shower." A younger woman with black hair says and I think I'll need one too after that description. She paints my other hand with swift movements.

"I could see the two of you going to Paris. Just imagine all the places you can visit and the people you could meet." The older woman says and all I can imagine is my lips on Jason's at the top of the Eiffel Tower.

They all squeal and I couldn't help but squeal with them. When I first got here, I was more than sure Jason would beat my ass and destroy me in ways that aren't pleasurable. Now, I feel like he has warmed up to me again and he might take me to these places.

"Time to go!" My mother shouts from the other side of the door. My heart begins to thump loudly and I can feel myself sweating. Six year old Rose would have jumped in joy.

"Time to see your husband!" The older woman gushed and I couldn't help the dorkish smile that made its way to my face. My husband, Jason is going to be my husband.

I rush down the steps and run into the car. I'm only able to do these things because Jason wants me to get dressed at the location of the wedding. It's odd but he promised to make this day a day to remember.

The ride couldn't have been any faster. I felt like someone poured water over me, every nerve in my body was working overtime.

"We're here!" The driver announces and I look out the window and my heart drops. This is the same location Emily picked for her wedding. Why would he pick this for me? It holds a dark memory.

The church is big and as modern as one can get. It resembles a mansion more than the typical look of a church. The statues of angels and Jesus stand tall in the front.