Finally, after about thirty minutes of taking pictures, we were rushed to the limousine. We were almost behind schedule. The theme of the wedding was a winter ball. Shockingly, even though it was December, there wasn’t one snowflake on the ground. Nina had had a backup plan, though. She had had the wedding planner decorate an empty room in the banquet hall like a Winter Wonderland.
“You all look great,” the driver smiled as he held the door of the Range Rover limousine open for us.
“Thank you,” Tempest's voice was still trembling as the driver helped her inside.
He gave me an approving nod and shook my hand. I then climbed into the truck amidst the tension between us that was undeniable now that it was just the two of us. The wedding party was behind us in their own limousine, leaving me and Tempest alone for the first time that day.
It had been a beautiful ceremony. One that I probably would never experience again. Sitting quietly as the limousine pulled off, I battled with myself. Her words were dancing in my head; the loving ones she’d said in her vows and the stabbing ones she’d said outside of the courthouse the day before.
“You almost looked like you meant every word you said at the altar.” My eyes bore into her, but she wouldn’t even look at me. At that altar, the tears in her eyes were genuine. There was no question. I knew that. Those words that she had said were real. She was in love with me. Yet, for some reason, she insisted on running.
I had meant every word in my vows as well. I had spoken from the heart. She felt like where I belonged. This was the purest form of love I had ever fallen into because it had been manufactured by a connection and chemistry, not just lust. We belonged together. I knew that. She knew it, too.
Still avoiding my eyes, she looked out of the window, shrugging. “Good acting, I guess.”
I was like a glutton for punishment. She clearly felt something for me, but she also very evidently didn’t want it. Yet, still, I asked, “Is that right?”
She nodded slowly, continuing to stare out of the window. “Yeeeep,” she said slowly with a sigh.
I scoffed loudly, shaking my head, a clear signal for her that I was giving up. “Okay.”
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