REBORN: Not Another Mistake

My Way

Chapter 5: My Way

*The wedding day*

I stared at my reflection in the mirror. The sight of the dress reminded me of my last life.

The old Lydia had worn the same dress with a smile on her face.

But this Lydia didn't.

The door behind me swung open. Selene walked in, she was dressed in an elegant long red dress that hugged her body perfectly.

Then my father and stepmother walked in. Both dressed in white.

All of them were wearing the same dress they had worn in my last life.

Selene walked to me and adjusted my hair. "You look beautiful," she said.

I forced a smile on my face. "Thank you."

"Well then Lydia. Mr. Bianchi has sent a car to pick you up," my father announced.

I turned my face to him. "Oh." That's all I said.

He cleared his throat. "We'll be going now." He stepped closer. "And don't do anything embarrassing."

He said and they all walked out.

A few minutes later, I changed into the blue dress I bought.

A soft knock came from the door. I knew exactly who it was.

"Come in."

A lady walked in. Clara, the person Lucian sent to take care of me in my last life.

I stared at her through the mirror. Her face went pale for a second then she forced a smile. "I was sent by Mr. Bianchi to take you to the venue." Her voice shook a little.

A warm smile spread on my face. "Well of course."

She wiped the sweat on her forehead. "The car is waiting outside ma'am. This way."

I stared at myself one last time then turned and walked downstairs.

I noticed the guards stare in surprise but I didn't bother.

I walked into the back of the car and the car drove to the venue.

Clara kept glancing at me with a worried look on her face. "Did something happen to your wedding dress ma'am?"

I turned to her with a smile. "Why do you ask? This is my wedding dress."

Clara pressed her lips tight and turned around.

The car halted in front of a large building. I stepped down in my heels. I walked carefully across the red carpet and stood in front of the large doors.

A guard pushed the door open. Everybody's eyes from the hall settled on me.

Their smiles disappeared immediately when they saw me. Some gasped, while others looked in shock.

I noticed my father and stepmother standing near the other end of the hall. The look on my father's face looked murderous. Miriam's hands were on her lips.

Soon, whispers spread across the hall.

I noticed Lucian standing in the middle at the other end. His brows were pulled together in fury.

Good. That's what I wanted.

"The father of the bride should please walk her down the aisle," the priest announced.

My father hesitated for a while then he moved forward and grabbed my hand.

I noticed sweat trickling down his forehead. "Have you gone out of your mind Lydia?" His voice was above a whisper but I could hear the anger in them.

I swallowed and kept a straight face. "Why did you say so father?"

His hands tightened around mine. "Just pray nothing happens, if not, you will bear the consequences."

He placed my hands in Lucian's and let out an apologetic smile. "I'm sorry Mr. Bianchi."

Lucian didn't say anything. He turned to me.

I felt my smile falter when he stared at me.

"Why are you dressed like this?" He asked. His voice was calm, not how I expected.

"Is it me you want or the dress Mr. Bianchi?" I challenged him.

He didn't say anything. He just stared at me.

I held his gaze, refusing to look away first.

Then the priest cleared his throat, and we turned toward him.

The priest made us exchange wedding vows.

Lucian held both my hands in his.

"Lydia Hartwell, do you take Lucian Bianchi as your lovely wedded husband?" The priest asked.

I stared at Lucian, heart pounding in my chest.

I had wanted to say no, but that wasn't an option.

I swallowed. "I do."

The priest turned to Lucian. "You may now kiss the bride."

Lucian moved forward. He moved to my ears. "I still find it hard to understand what gave you the confidence to talk to me like that." He whispered.

He moved back and placed his lips on mine. The kiss was short, filled with nothing.

The crowd erupted. Everybody moved to congratulate us.

Soon, the wedding was over. Lucian walked me to the car.

In my last life, Lucian never cared to open the door for me. So as we stopped in front of the car, I reached for the door handle when our hands collided.

I quickly moved my hands away as if I was electrified.

Lucian pulled the door open. I stared at him for a while wondering what was going on in his head before I slid in.

He walked over and slid through the other door.

The drive was silent. I turned my face to the window trying to not notice the man sitting next to me.

In my last life, I had been smiling even tho Lucian didn't look at me. He had been focused on his phone.

"You still didn't answer my question." His voice pulled me out of my thoughts.

I turned to him. "What question?"

I locked my eyes onto his, never looking away.

"Why you aren't wearing the dress I had sent to you."

"Is there a problem with me wearing this?" I raised a brow.

He chuckled coldly and smiled. That sent shivers down my body but I wasn't giving up.

"I just didn't understand why you would leave such expensive dress to wear something like this."

I let out a disbelieving chuckle. "Well, maybe expensive wasn't what I was looking for."

Lucian's lips curled into a smirk. He looked away.

The car halted in front of a massive gate. Of course, Lucian's house.

The house I had died in. And somehow, I was still walking into it for the second time.

The gates opened and the car drove further inside. It halted before reaching the door.

A guard ran and opened Lucian's door. I, didn't wait. I unlocked the door and stepped out.

My gaze swept across the building. The thought of stepping my foot inside made my stomach churn.

I took a deep breath and forced a smile on my face.

I took a step forward.

This is it. I'm stepping into where I died for the second time.