Prologue
The church was sparse of guests, barely any family members. She gulped hard as she walked down the aisle with nothing but a simple silk dress from her mother’s wardrobe- she loathed how slightly discomforting it was, being as she was a tall woman and her mother being on the more petite side which left the seams hanging on for their dear lives. There was no one at the altar except a bedraggled looking priest who clearly wanted to be anywhere but here, she gulped hard and turned to her father by her side- nervous but still managing to keep a plastered smile on his face.
“Where is he?”.
“Smile Eva. You don’t want do look sad on this auspicious day do you?”.
Her lips pursed slightly at his response, here she was almost reaching the altar and still no groom to be wedded to. It was tradition for her to be late, especially to a wedding she certainly didn’t agree to. So much for an auspicious day. Where was he?
He wasn’t coming, she thought. He wasn’t coming and there was no way she could detest him for doing so, this marriage was a sham and they knew it.
She reached the altar and nodded acknowledging the priest who clearly had a grievance with her dress, she hated it too and to add salt to her already scalding wounds, Damien was going to see her in this monstrosity. Her father pressed a kiss to her forehead as he made his way to the second pew next to his wife who was pale as a peach, she watched them whisper to each other and the tension green by the minute.
“Are you sure he’s coming….or they in fact??”. Brooke Lyon asked her husband in sparse faith.
A hard lump formed in his throat as he looked down at his leather padded watch, “They should be here any minute now. Maurice promised the boy to be on his best behaviour today, he wouldn’t abandon his duty”.
“Well Maurice had better-
She was cut short as the church doors opened with an awkward singing of the hinges as the Castillo walked in with prestige, exuding nothing short of pride as they took their seats on the opposite side. A look of reassurance is passed as the doors open again, the groom had finally arrived.
“Let’s get this charade over and done with”. Damien Castillo’s voice rang through the walls of the church loud enough for the statues to hear and his bride gulped hard, praying for a disaster…anything of the sort to stop this man from marrying her.