The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn

The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn Chapter 17

~AUTUMN~

“What happened to your face?” My mother asks as I step out of the car. She was too occupied earlier to realize how red it was, just my luck that she chose to pay attention to me now.

“Anya slapped me,” I answer her. There was no use trying to hide it from her. My mother could always easily tell when I was lying.

She gasps, “I never liked that girl. Why would she hit you on your engagement night? If I’d known she would be so bitter, I would have never let her into our home.”

“I don’t know, mother; maybe it’s because I’m marrying her mate.” I point out, answering her question with the most obvious response.

My mother sighs, “that gives her no right to hit you. Why don’t you stand up for yourself more? You’ve always let that girl walk all over you. We grew you up to avoid confrontations and arguments, but that girl was never your real friend to begin with.”

“That’s not true.” I try to defend her. I know she’d just hit me, and what she did was wrong, but I still understood why she did it. I didn’t want to completely kick her out of my life because of one incident.

“It isn’t?” She asks. “So then, why did you cry whenever you returned home from spending time with her?”

I look away from my mother’s penetrating gaze. I cried because I had no choice but to see Atticus with her. Being her best friend left me no other option. I cried because I hated how much she hurt him. I cried because she always tried to put me down and tell me I wasn’t as pretty or popular as she was.

“Your silence proves my point.” She says as she takes my arm in hers. “It’s too late to put anything on your face now. We will have to fix you up inside.”

I didn’t know what I expected to see when I stepped inside, but nothing could prepare me for the hundreds of guests looking straight at me. I knew the wedding would be a big one; I didn’t think the engagement would also be this massive.

present. I was glad my mother was holding

a room; it wasn’t any random room; this must be where everyone

see Atticus already dressed in his black tux. I try not to let his presence affect me but just as always, I fail big time. As long as we are in a room together,

slow time examining me from head to toe. Does he not see my mother in the room with us? I don’t think he cares at this point. I squeeze my hands tightly into fists

for us.” My mother says to me, breaking the silence. “I’ll go find him. See what you can do about the redness in

was really looking for us or my mother was using

a step toward me when she closes the door behind her, and I stop freaking breathing. He doesn’t stop until he’s a few inches away from my body. His eyes are locked on my face, and I have to wonder if he can see

my chin to get a better look at my cheek. There is a cute

That confirms it.

Darkness clouds his features and

him. I know that telling him Anya hit me would not make things easier on any of us. She was hurting. I was trying to be understanding. I might react

my friendship meant nothing to Anya but she will always have a place in my heart. I didn’t get rid of the people I loved that easily. She would have to totally betray me

sure?” He asks. “It

wonder if Atticus would still take her side in a situation

it, and I’ll join you. It really is nothing

convinced, but something

a gift from his grandmother. He must have recognized it. I didn’t want to accept it, but she insisted. She was one of the kindest women I’ve

before she died. She told me to wear it on my

anguish crossed his handsome features. I know that speaking about her would also be hard for

that close to her.” He admits. “That necklace was her favorite piece of jewelry. I’ve always asked about it, but my grandfather never told me you were the person she’d

and lightly brushes it with his fingers. My heart rate accelerates from his closeness. I’m drawn to the way his forehead creases as he continues to take a closer look, even his eyelashes were perfect. I still