(THIRD BOOK in the Golden Girl Series)
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"Till death do you part?" The priest finishes off with.
"I do," I answer - knowing how ready I am to die with this man.
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You've been on Amber Marigold's journey since she arrived at Tygerwell. Now join...
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A/N: Heyyy I would've uploaded sooner but I took a break during the weekend and load shedding is a thing again so I don't have electricity sometimes guys. Thank you South African Government for getting the fricken coal wet.
FOR SOMR REASON Wattpad is weird and comments arent working. And comments are my favorite part. I'll try to fix this by updating the chapter and if that doesn't work, republishing it.
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I hold on tight to Marigold's hand as I lead her to Isabella's. We walk through the gardens all the way to the french glass door entrace at the back. I keep glancing back at my wife because it breaks my heart seeing her like this.
Wife. Marigold is my wife. I still can't believe that this wonderful woman is my lifelong partner. After a life of nothing, I get to be the husband of the most amazing woman in the world. Come what may, it is all worth it if only for today. I might die tomorrow or the day after, but it'll all be worth it. I glance back and Marigold is still worried.
It's understandable of course. After all the horrors we've been through, I get why Marigold finds a happy outcome hard to accept. But I would never have allowed this wedding to go wrong. At the very least she deserves one day where people she cares about don't die. I know she made her own plans. And I know the cost must be eating at her, but... I'll be here when she's ready to talk.
I lead Marigold through the glass doors and waiters escort us to the ballroom that's lined with grand tables. The guests are all heading to their seats, trying to find their name plates, while Marigold and I walk over to the main table on the other side of the ballroom that's positioned on top of the first half floor of stairs. The table on the left, below where Marigold and I will find our seats, is occupied by the North's inner gang members like Nessa, Daniel, Owen, Ryan, Bryan, Paul and Pollock, while the table on the right has important family members such as Jessica, Liam, Missus Marigold Brown, Miss Sauvage and two distant relatives of Miss Sauvage. The last of the true north.
I assend the stairs with Marigold and a waiter pulls out our seats for us kindly. I go to sit with Marigold on my right side. Excited, I sneak a quick glance at my wife and feel a bit of weight leave my shoulders when she's not looking around panicked. Instead, she's marveling at the decor. I smile and take in the decor myself. The tables are nothing short of grand with white table cloth spun with silver thread. The plates are worth more than I care to admit with gold adorning each of them. Eleberate gold candle sticks hold on to white and maroon candles while marigold and rose flowers crown each table. Through raw crystals decorating the tables, copper lights and ivy leaves twist around each other to snake across.
