Chapter 11

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Chapter 11


Two years had passed, Hillary stares down at her engagement ring. She looks at herself wearing a dark blue mini fitted dress, it was a a body hugging attire. Toning her beautiful curves from her hips to her up to her breasts. The woman's dark hair was slick and long measuring close to her buttocks. Hillary had bangs properly proportioning her face.

"Are you ready?" A man in tattoos on his arms to his neck appeared. Archibald had his constant buzzcut, it wa shis signature hairstyle with the amount of earrings in his ear. Everyone would be shocked to know that he owns a home appliance company.

"Just a minute." Hillary said as she felt the man's hand crawl up to her waist, she looked through the mirror. Their closeness from one another. Hillary cracked a smile as she felt the man's lips on her head. A soft kiss before he lets her go.

Hillary opened her purse and placed her necessities. They were invited guests in someone's wedding day. A close friend's wedding day. Olivia. Olivia had her bitter and dissappointing past but she changed for Yelena. It took so long for them to fully decide on marrying each other again. Adding a fresh and new start in their relationship. A second chance in love.

Hillary holds onto Archibald's hand as they then walked outside. They were walking through the silent halls. They lived in a pent house. Archibald's pent house. It has been two years since Hillary buried who she was back then. She remembers how bitter it was and how she was utterly selfish for what she had done. She couldn't take it back anymore if she would be regretting. She dug her own grave, she would lie in it.

Hillary was well aware she would see the side of the Vasilia family, Yelena mother is a Vasilia, related to Nefetari, Nathalie and Maison. Hillary was rather happy knowing Olivia still invited her on her second wedding. Hillary knew she would be laying low during the whole event happening.

During the wedding, Hillary glanced at the one's infront of the altar. A pink haired woman and a brunette. There gowns were lovely and elegant. It felt like a royal wedding, everyone was there, Hillary couldn't help but give a simply tiny glance by the chairs to see Maison and Nathalie along with Harvey. Hillary could only roll her eyes seeing her younger twin still on the opposin gside.

Hillary knew better not to be a bother with Harvey, or that if Harvey wanted to have casual and constant conversations with others.

"Something the matter?" Archibald gently held her hand againsts his. Hillary smiled as she looked at the ones who were getting married. Her heartached just a little bit, remembering the time she married a woman.

How she married such a loveky human beung. She had clearly loved and lost.

"Do you take her as your lawfully wedded wife?" Harvey's brows could only furrow as she looked at the ongoing exchange of I do's by the brides. Hillary seemed to feel so many memories. It was suddenly kicking back to her like a ball. She was daydreaming, she stared at the on going scene. She found herself thinking stuck in where she stands.

There was no way she's seeing herself and the woman she let go years ago. It was clearly wrong as Hillary thinks about it, his wife literally being just here. Hillary turned to Archibald and smiled at him softly.

"I'm fine. I'm just basically lost in thought." Hillary says before looking back at the whole event. It made it even so worse. Hillary felt agitated, somehow being in here was a very wrong idea. She felt like throwing up, everything was suddenly going into reset and relapse mode. There were pieces of a shattered memory fixing it back into its own pieces.

"You're sweating." Archibald aaid and wiped her sweat with a light dab of towel on her forehead and cheeks. Hillary vould only smile as she lovingly looks at Archibald for hwe attentive mannerism. She looked back as everyone clapped their hands, Olivia and Yelena sealed their vows with a kiss. Hillary didn't realize it already ended. Hillary clapped her hand and with a blink.

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