I walked down the candle-lit pathway leading towards the altar. Red petals that were akin to a drop of blood on the floor, intense pairs of crimson eyes that vibrantly glowed like rubies in this barely lit palace chapel… what a wedding.
At the end of the aisle stood the man I had imagined marrying countless times. But unlike the loving and gentle smile I had expected, Sam was… it felt like the devil itself was smiling at me.
It didn't give me a bit of excitement, but I didn't hate the thought of marrying him. Perhaps it was just the eerie and thick atmosphere. Or maybe because of the poisonous flowers in my hand?
I had no idea.
'Strange, isn't it? You love him, but you feel restless,' My subconscious mind whispered. 'Hmm… like, as if you're marrying the wrong person?'
