When the curtain flew open, a woman wearing the most beautiful white wedding gown Hawk had ever seen appeared. She was covered in a veil but right through it, Hawk could see her honey-colored eyes. For a moment he was amazed by how her estranged fiance suddenly became the woman in his dreams, the woman he longed to have waited for many years. Her aura then reminds him of some old feelings—the one you feel in Somerset village whenever the rain stops and the sun decides to finally show up and give everyone some warmth. It felt refreshing, vibrant and peaceful.
However, just a second of staring and Hawk's confidence faltered. There was something in the bride's eyes that made him shiver for a moment.
No, that wasn't Feather.
Feather's eyes were full of innocence and sweetness and she smiled at him like he was her everything. But the woman in front of him right then was different, her eyes were deep and full of pride and her smile, cunningly beautiful!
