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?

the physical and emotional torment she went through, how could she be

answer since the very second she put

she changed seats with me and put on the red veil. After opening the door, she naturally reached a hand out to Marcus and stood

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

aisle hand in hand. The pebbled path before them resembled their own lives

the person he loved, and so

finally done. I heaved a sigh

the church so that we could stream the wedding

car door suddenly opened, and Ashton appeared on the side of the road. After he got into the car, he naturally slung an arm over my shoulders and pulled me into a hug as

on his face outshone everything else. His expression and energy matched that of

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

had been modified and decorated to match the theme of their clothes, and their vows were

bride and

matching the theme of their wedding and was both the witness

“Are you two ready?”

Marcus’ face suddenly dimmed slightly. Instead of replying,