Sienna Koch
I finally reached the altar, the flower bouquet in my hands poorly hiding the nerves that made them tremble. Margot walked close to me and took away the only safety net between my ramming heart and shaking hands, the bouquet.
He gave me a reassuring smile, and then his warm hands enveloped mine. I looked up and met his eyes. He was assessing me, then leaned forward and kissed my knuckles. “You are trembling,” he mumbled, and I took a deep breath.
“I´ll be fine,” I said in a whisper.
“I´m here,” he said, wrapping my fingers around my elbow, leading me up to the steps of the altar.
Salvatore said that his uncle was in the city. I never expected his uncle to be a bishop. Somehow making our marriage more definitive. I gulped down and looked at the bishop. The man before us
