tanding in the mirror. She seemed to be entranced by my beauty for a seco

ged me, holding me so tight that I couldn't move. "You made the right c

hink it's about time," my mother said, covering my v

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er Edward took my hand and guided me towards the altar. As we made our way, I heard the soft murmur of voices and I could feel their eyes judgi

wirling in my heart. Vincent's eyes followed my every move as I walked down the aisle, my nerves

ad sacrificed for this moment. It was too much to handle as I listened to the priest

od times and bad, in sickness and in health, and through joy and sorrow? Will you be patient with her, protect her, guide her and strive to ma

my hand. "Yes, I do." As I huddled against the cold air filling the church,

y begun: the wedding that I had been dreading. I heard the priest call out my name, chills ran down my spine as well as these conflicting emotions inside me grew. I couldn't turn back now. I turned towards

disappointing him sending tremors of regret

ing me back to reality. As I was about to give my reply, a deep

from. Then I saw a man, standing there and everything around me stopped. I turned in the direction of the voice, my eye

ed, recognition quickly

d his arms, a big smile on his face as he spoke

reason. "Brother, I am hurt that you didn't even let me know. How can you h

Vincent. 'Brother?' I thought to myself, wondering if they were related. Gabriel lo

accepting my destiny. Sadness and regret. That's what I felt but the deed is done. This is my life now. The priest declared us both a hus

sed my eyes, defeated, knowing that the wedding was not what I wanted but feeling that I had no choice. As the

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knowing that I had to spend the rest of my life as Vincent's wife. I had changed out of my wedding gown into a glittery- silver gown, a slit from my left t

aught my attention, one with a blonde hair hair and blue eyes, who could pass for a celebrit