" I..."
" I do" Alora finally dropped the heavy words, and immediately they escaped her lips, she felt heavy, like a large load was dropped on her shoulders.
Donald sat back down and Emily reclined back into her chair with her face contorted up with an emotion seeming like disappointment .
Greyson rolled his eyes but was still interested and Sir Edgar Romanov gave out a relieved breath.
Alora looked up at Davian from beneath her veil and, her heart thudding hard against her chest, almost breaking her ribs with its hammer like thud.
She said it.. She made her decision. She agreed.. So now.. She's married to Davian.. Now she's Mrs Alora Romanov..
Romanov, the name sounded homely.. Yet scary.
Scary because of whom it belonged to.
" Davian, You may now kiss your bride" The marriage
