Every wedding in Winter was performed under the light of the full moon. A way to honor the Goddess and receive her blessing in the union of two mates. The full moon was also when the mate bond was at its zenith.
When two souls were desperate to be joined together.
This meant that unlike weddings that took place on any day of the week, or any time of the month, Winter weddings were arranged so that the bridal pair could, immediately after, become one.
No bothersome receptions or greeting their guests. Just straight to business.
Or at least… it was supposed to be.
Bell looked at the clock on her living room wall. It had been over an hour since Galen had asked her to wait for him to ‘set the mood’.
He had disappeared upstairs into her– their– bedroom, and she hadn’t seen him since. Every once in a while, there were sounds, but for the most part, she just sat there… alone… waiting… on her wedding night.
Bell sighed.
