Choices We Make

12.

Getting out of the car made Isabella feel like she's stepping out the bubble. A trance where nothing existed before. For the rest of the ride — thirty minutes — silence swallowed the two girls. They didn't speak, didn't even looked sane direction.

Isabella didn't know how to feel — process the train of thoughts. For the first time in years, she has open up about Olivia. To complete stranger. Not even Harry knows the full story. She feels sick. Of herself. Every feeling — bad, good were back, eating her alive.

But she forced herself to stay present, not to dwell on the past what couldn't be changed. She listened patiently for a man who was showing reception around. Or trying at least. She couldn't focus on anything but thought of Olivia's sad, teary eyes.

"This is the main hall, made for a large number of people,-" Mr. Smith said gesturing hand around the spacious room.

Round tables for six people were scattered around the room. White and champagne colours were the style, but Mr. Smith insisted it can be arranged. The dance floor was in the middle, a space for a band was further away.

"-From Miss Danton phone call, I figured out wedding will be relatively small."

Dressed in navy, tailored suit, a camel coat Mr. Smith or Wesley as he insisted to be called, flashed a million-dollar worth smile.

"Yes, around fifty, numbers can change. You know how weddings are." Cassie said with a polite laugh.

"Indeed," Wesley followed Cassie, placing a hand on her shoulder. "I overtook this business from my family... it's been like what? Eight... ten years? I've seen a lot of weddings."

Isabella had to hide an involuntary grin what threatened to spread itself on her lips. Every since they were greeted by Mr. Smith assistant and she brought us to the average heigh, sharp-looking alpha man who didn't make it a secret he had hots for Cassie.

And a poor girl knew that, but her politeness was overtaken as flirting by Wesley.

With a stiff smile, Cassie breathes out. "That's a lot of years."

"Yes, it is," he craned his neck to look down at Cassie's eyes, curling corners of lips upwards into what seen as a lopsided grin. Isabella held back a laugh. "Although seeing happy couples is worth every bad incident."

"Babe, remember our wedding? They were so beautiful... yet, I can't remember half it from all stress and nervousness."

Isabella looked over Cassie, air knocking itself out of her lungs. She was angry at Cassie from cornering her in the car. Her words hurt more than Isabella let on. After all, Cassie is just a stranger, a mistake. Why would her heartache from a few simple sentences?

It was out of character.

'What are you doing?' Isabella tried asking but quickly forced herself to relax when Cassie intertwined their hands.

Okay... I can act.

"Of course. I was so happy. To be able to call you, my wife."

Wesley looked between the two of them, frown evidently deepening on his masculine futures.

"Oh, you two are... married?" He stammered.

Isabella's beating heart was on the brink bursting out of the chest, but she held together, bringing Cassie's hand to her lips.

"Yes, four beautiful years."

Redhead hummed in agreement, relaxed smile wobbling onto plum lips. Wesley scratched his jaw, nodding with a solemn expression. The oozing feeling through her heart, an explosion reminding tingling in her stomach was worth every second from seeing Wesley backing off.