Dominic
The line between happiness and anger is a thin one. I'm caught in between.
Cassie doesn't move. Not even once. Her bouquet lands on the ground with a soft thud, and only then does she blink.
Wayne saunters her way, purposeful steps eating the distance slowly. His eyes are fixed on my bride, so as hers. From my side view, I catch a lump jerk in her throat, her grip on her dress tightening.
Cassie's gaze travels to mine, something both pleading and guilty, before she snaps back to reality and her mask slips back.
"Is everything alright? Don't like your gift?" I whisper.
Cassie shakes her head, then turns to face me with a sugary smile. "Of course, I'm just surprised you went all the way and gave me this. It's so beautiful, Dom!"
Her response takes me aback, my gaze lingering o
