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?

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

answer since the

put on the red veil.

a fragile fairy. The corners of his eyes were angled upward in a

down the aisle hand in hand. The pebbled path

finally getting married to the person he loved, and

church, my job was finally done. I heaved a sigh of relief before turning on the tablet

had stationed cameras throughout the church so

on the side of the road. After he got into the car, he naturally slung an arm over my shoulders and pulled me

the corsage and walking extremely slowly, but the smile on his face outshone everything else. His expression and energy matched that of a

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

their clothes, and their vows were written out

bride and groom

suit matching the theme of their wedding

“Are you two ready?”

smile on Marcus’ face suddenly dimmed slightly. Instead of replying, he turned