Between Three Hearts

. My body was filled with immense peace and joy. The st

t to lose my pride to some man I didn't know before, but I just did

my room to find a sparkling white Cinderella wedding gown on my bed with some letters. They were well wishes from the neighbors, and they were so touching that I thought I was going to cry. The ne

if I was alright. Maybe they thought I ran away-such pushovers. After a while, I ran to my room to get prepared. People were coming to this

ed. There were a lot of letters on the bed; all were from the neighbors who I had helped out. They were busy and weren't able to come, so they passed

center instead of us going to the church. What a rich man he is. With a dry and witty smile, I entered the car sitting

aybe my mom knew a little too much about me than she should. My dad was prepared to take me

d say. Avery had finished his walk to the alter and was waiting for my father to bring me up to meet him. I looked at my father, who spoke to me with his eyes alone.

me. Usually, flowers are too white for weddings, but this man had a strange taste. Keeping up the fake smile, I cou

Avery, who was staring at me like I was some chick he was going to have in his bed for dinner. O

o his collection. I started to rethink. What if he maltreated me? Was I going to be a full-time hous

ing me back to reality. "I'm fine," I said, taking the ring. The Pope didn't care about my reactions;

ife? in health and wealth, in times of sickness and stre

. I was going out of my comfort zone to impress my parents, who did nothing but keep me in t

tuations of life and death?" the Pope said, looking at me. I looked at my parents, who gave me a thumbs up, indicating a pos

opulation. In front of his parents, my parents, and

ref