Chapter 88: Subconsciousness
Green roses petals on the white marble floor, my white gown sweeping them as I walked, why were there green roses everywhere? I looked away to the altar I was leisurely approaching, Cedric stood there with a smile against his lips, the warmest I have ever seen, what was happening?
I looked at my gown again and then the banquet of roses I held, I gasped as the cognizance got to me, I was getting married to Cedric again? I looked at the crowd, Mother was there with a smile against her lips and...
"Papa?" I said in awe, he smiled at me with a proud look, and tears of joy leaked from his eyes, why was he here? He wasn’t allowed in the Empire, how come?
Even Danette, Camille, Lord Lawrence, Lord Dalton, and Lord James were all present, they were all here, Even the Emperor himself. This must be a dream right? I turned back to Cedric, he still awaited me at the altar with a loving smile, it called me and I found myself overcome by it. A faint smile crossed my lips, Cedric, I was finally becoming his and his only, and he would be mine too.
Nothing can stop this moment, for what I felt for this man was bigger than me, I felt the world for him, I wasn’t just gonna lay my vows for me when I get to the altar, I would also tell him how I truly felt, I will lay out my feelings to him as I intended and let the whole world know just how much he means to me.
I was finally getting to the altar that seemed the longest I have ever walked, the aisle was constantly prolonging and he was getting further away, why? Why can’t I get to him? He was just there, I needed to be by him, forever, I wanted him. I frown but he kept his smile, wasn’t he sensing my distress? Can’t he see I can’t get to him? Maybe I should tell him and make him understand.
"Ced-" I was cut off from my words when a bride wearing the same white gown, as she passed, I saw her red hair.
"Alice?" I said perplexed, she whirled to me giving me a smirk, she was dressed beautifully in the wedding gown, the finest design I have ever seen.
"He’s mine Sylvia," she said with a smirk, daring me by it. She seemed confident and brave like I mattered little and she was the right one standing, just by her looks I felt that way, like a forgotten bride.