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.

was glad my mother was holding my hand as she guided me through

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

presence affect me but just as always, I fail big time. As long as we are in a room together, there is no avoiding

to toe. Does he not see my mother in the room with us? I don’t think he cares at

mother says to me, breaking the silence. “I’ll go find him. See what you can do

father was really looking for us or my mother was using that as an excuse

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

lightly tilts my chin to get a better look at my cheek. There is a cute frown on his face as he studies

That confirms it.

Darkness clouds his features and I know that he’s getting angrier by the

lie to 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 similarly to her if I was in her position. We’ve been inseparable for years, and it’s the first time we’ve ever fought

get rid

you sure?” He asks. “It almost looks like someone

in

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

to be convinced, but something else holds his

his grandmother. He must have recognized it. I didn’t want to accept it, but she insisted.

to me the week before she died. She told me to wear it on my engagement night as well as on my wedding day.” I

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

of jewelry. I’ve always asked about

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