Chapter 2: Protective grandfather
On the altar, Ray grabbed Jeslyn by the arm and pulled her roughly to face him after her declaration. "What do you think you are doing?" He stared at her with eyes that were struggling to conceal the rage in them.
She looked at those dark eyes, the straight nose, and the pink lips she had dreamt of kissing but never got the chance to.
She raised her right hand and landed a thunderous and resounding slap across his face.
"Paaah!"
The slap was loud, so loud that the sound reverberated in the noisy hall eliciting a hushed silence from the murmuring crowd.
The slap evidently caught everyone by surprise, including both grooms.
"You don’t hold me like I’m an unfeeling doll!" She spat out, her voice dripping with caustic emotions.
The replacement groom trailed his gaze to her arm and saw the redness from being held too tightly and narrowed his eyes at Ray who had his mouth and eyes widened with his other palm holding his cheek.
He was dazed.