When There Is Nothing Left But Love (Ashton And Scarlett)

After that, I walked out and sat in the car waiting for her.

Fifteen minutes passed before the person I was waiting for finally showed up.

We parked by the road next to the church, and I noticed the bright green grass around it.

Marcus was clearly visible from the window, and I could see him with his hair combed back. He was all dressed up and was holding on to the corsage, waiting for his bride’s appearance.

Before I stepped out of the car, I rolled down the window so that Marcus could get a proper look at my face before closing the window again. I picked up the red veil next to me and turned back.

“Are you ready?” I asked.

The entire way here, Camelia was so nervous she had resorted to playing with her fingers relentlessly. Only when I called her name did she realize that we had arrived. She looked out of the window at Marcus, and she started almost hyperventilating.

“What if we get noticed? He could die at any second with this illness of his,” Camelia murmured to herself. She began to pinch and pluck at the fabric over her legs, nearly digging her nails into her thighs.

I took a deep breath. I was feeling as doubtful as she was, but at this point, it had to be done. “Just like you said, he could leave at any moment. Are you really willing for that to happen without an official marriage?”

Would she be willing?

and all the physical and emotional torment she went through, how could she be willing for that to all

answer since the

and put on the red veil. After opening the door, she naturally reached a hand out

if she were a fragile fairy. The corners of his eyes were angled

path before them resembled their own lives

finally getting married to the person he loved,

done. I heaved a sigh of relief before turning on the tablet

cameras throughout the church so that we could stream

the road. After he got into the car, he naturally slung an arm over my shoulders and pulled me into a hug

was holding onto the corsage and walking extremely slowly, but the smile on his

on and was matching Marcus’ pace. One could see her longing in the way she walked

clothes, and

bride and groom have

of their wedding and was both the witness and the emcee

“Are you two ready?”

dimmed slightly. Instead of replying, he turned toward Camelia with an expectant