On my way to hell

chapter 8

Alexandra Bario

This moment would finally make us officially our bond .Sealed before the ones who mattered the most to him.

Standing by his side, my heart raced.to meet his family "I hope they like me," I murmured, my heart heavy with doubt. "I always feel like an outsider, even with people who are supposed to be close to me."

He turned to me, concern etched on his face. "What do you mean? You're anything but an outsider. You're incredible."

I looked down, tracing patterns on the ground with my foot. "You say that, but what if they don't see it? What if they only see the awkward girl who doesn't quite fit in?"

He squeezed my hand tighter, his warmth wrapping around me like a shield. "Listen to me. They will love you, even if it takes time. You're genuine, kind, and you have this light that draws people in."

"But what if they don't like me at first?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

He leaned closer, his eyes locking onto mine. "Then they're missing out. Trust me, once they get to know you—the real you—they'll love you even more than they love me."

I searched his eyes, feeling the sincerity in his words, but my insecurities lingered. "What if they think I'm too different?"

He chuckled softly. "Different is good! It's what makes you unique. Embrace it. Besides, if anyone can win them over, it's you."

I smiled faintly, comforted by his unwavering belief in me. "You really think so?"

"Absolutely," he said, grinning. "And if they don't see how amazing you are, I'll just have to teach them."

I couldn't help but laugh, the tension in my chest easing slightly. "Okay, I'll try to believe you."

"That's all I ask," he said, his expression softening. "Just be yourself. I promise you'll shine."

By the time he finished speaking, I noticed a beautiful woman approaching us. She wore a stunning Celestara in crimson, the fabric draping elegantly around her. In that moment, she resembled Elyndra, the goddess of light and knowledge. Her eyes sparkled like moons against her dark complexion, which set her apart from most of the royal family I had encountered in other kingdoms. This uniqueness made her even more breathtaking.

It struck me then that this was Christopher's mother. The shape of her eyes mirrored his, and the resemblance in their features was unmistakable. An aura of warmth and authority radiated from her, drawing me in and leaving me both awed and nervous.

As I looked up, a tall, striking man stepped forward beside her. His presence was commanding; I knew he had to be Christopher's father, evident from the crimson eyes and the similar body structure they shared.

Behind them, four men walked toward us, each exuding their own charm. One of them caught my eye immediately—he shared the same facial structure and carried himself with the same confident grace as Christopher. A realization dawned on me: he was Christopher's brother, and soon he would be my brother-in-law, married to my friend Kaida. Suddenly, I understood why she was so drawn to him; he was undoubtedly her type.

The second man had a more playful demeanor. With tousled dark hair and a roguish grin, he seemed to radiate mischief. His laughter echoed like music, effortlessly lifting the spirits of those around him. I could tell he was the family's jokester, always ready with a witty remark to break the tension. Yet, beneath his carefree exterior lay a surprising depth; his eyes sparkled with intelligence and insight, hinting at a wisdom gained from experience. I imagined him as the one who would turn a tense gathering into a celebration, drawing everyone into his infectious energy.