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Grace's POV.
I stand up and walk towards the mirror. Never my face has felt so foreign as I watch Catherine fixing the dress so it will fit me perfectly.
It's a traditional white dress that leaves my back bare embracing my curves into a stranglehold. I feel not just suffocated, I feel trapped and ready for my public execution.
I put the gloves on and walk outside to meet with Damien. The ceremony will start soon but I don't feel ready. I feel like today; I'm going to sign for my departure.
'' You are breath-taking, so marvellous'' Mrs. Fitz compliments and claps her hands together as she smiles proudly to Catherine. She shrugs haughtily and finishes to style my hair up.
Her cold hands are fast to touch my skin, as the only contact could soil her or worst, kill her.
'' A smile won't kill you. Just for you to know'' Catherine remarks and I ignore her, moving to the side to let her fix the tail of my endless dress.
Apparently Mary Kate will be my maid and Catherine my bridesmaid. I don't care anyway so I won't be complaining. In another life, a happy one, I would have asked Amanda to be at my side and probably Harry would have picked Alex as his best mate. Now it doesn't seem so wrong letting Harry to ask my hand, I should have accepted his request long ago.
Shame I was too stubborn to even see how lucky I was.
I caress my stomach and sigh heavily as I prevent myself to tear my hair out. I've decided to do this and I'll go whole hog without complaining. Harry is gone, he left and there's anything else I can do beside trying to protect the ones who have stayed. I know Scott will make them pay if I don't obey and I can't let this happen.
'' My friends in America will be so jealous of you,'' Mary says looking adoringly at me '' it will be so cool if one day you decide to come and visit after you transfer to Scotland.'' My heart ices when she mentions that country who brings no other thing than tremendous pain and desperation I don't know how it will be to step into a so wild country but I know I'm so scared I have nightmares at night, not because it's the land itself that frightens me but mostly is the thought of being completely alone facing the unknown I'll have no friends, no family. But especially no Harry.
The only thing that I'll be left with, will be my child.
'' You're gonna be fine,'' I whisper to the little thing inside of me. '' I promise this to you, I'll keep you safe. No one will ever hurt you.'' Not again at least. Too bad Harry decided to quit, because I decide to be strong for our child.
'' What did you say?'' Mary curiously asks and I lock my gaze with hers for a second before darting away.
'' Nothing,'' I mumble playing with my hands.
'' Can you leave us alone?'' I ask to my grandmother and to Catherine, they look at me surprised but without questioning, they comply to my request.
