~ One week later; 2nd of February
Fynn
Mark paces around the room.
"Calm down, Mark", I say, tying my black tie.
He supports one arm on the back of the chair and the other on his hip, "and how? Hm?"
Mark has been trying to stay sober.
Which is really hard for him since he used to drink everyday.
He's been sober for the past month.
"You don't have any alcohol in here", he points to the room.
"You don't need alcohol, Mark."
"I do not?", he asks.
Though I doubt he's asking me that.
"I do not", he replies with a steady voice.
"Good man", I straighten my tuxedo.
"What do I need then?", he looks at me desperately.
I walk to him and lay a hand on his shoulder, "you need God. Alright?"
He nods, "God. I need God."
He goes into the dressing room, "I need God", he mumbles.
Mark got to know God over the past few months.
Leah was his stimulus to get to know Him.
But he changed so much over the past few weeks that I highly doubt that Leah is still his stimulus.
It's too big and too fast change if he doesn't want to know God for himself.
His stimulus is God now.
Peace.
Freedom from sin.
And I am so proud of him.
I smoothen my hair backwards, inhaling deeply as I walk back to the mirror.
"You've got this", I say to the reflection, "you're marrying a daughter of God. The woman of your dreams."
But something feels off.
Wrong.
I can't tell what it is.
Mark exits the dressing room, completely calm with a small smirk playing on his lips.
That's the peace of my Lord.
"Mark."
"Yeah", he looks at me, hands in his pockets.
"I need you to do me a favor."
Eliana
I walk out of the dressing room.
Leah gasps, standing up from the white couch, "you look absolutely perfect."
She takes my hands in hers, looking at my dress.
She shakes her head, biting down on her lower lip.
A tear falls down her cheek, she quickly wipes it away.
"Don't cry", I tilt my head, "or else imma cry too."
"No no no, no tears", she inhales, "or else your makeup's gonna be ruined."
I chuckle, walking closer to the mirror behind her.
Of course I've seen the dress on me before but not with my hair and makeup done.
I feel like a princess.
"You've outdone yourself, sweetie", I say, analyzing the makeup, "this looks so flawless."
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We'll Be Alright
RomansaEliana Cooper is a devoted Christian. Since Jesus saved her, she's been about the four G's in life: God, goals, growing and glowing. She knows that God will provide her with what she needs in her life, hoping that two of those things are a man of Go...
