Isadora's feet carried her forward, her heart beating close to her ears as she slowly approached the alter. Alexander was yet to notice her coming. She stared daggers at the cloaked woman, jealousy stabbing her like a knife. Lord, since when did she become this jealous? And why was no one stopping her? She stared back at the crowd to only find empty seats, everyone was gone! Lord Richard was nowhere to be found as well.
Her gaze shifted back to the front and Alexander was still there, holding the hands of that woman and staring unblinkingly at her eyes as if spellbound. The priest immediately began the recitations making Isadora bread heavily with each passing second.
"Alexander?" She called, holding her chest as bread in some kind of pain. But surprisingly, he didn't look at her. A frown settled on Isadora's face. She was certain the distance was close enough for him to here. Why then didn't he respond?