I walked down the aisle, father on my side. Tears in my eyes. And fear in my-... Fear all over. It clung to me like this dress. But it radiated off of me like a death sentence. One of the Thorns was bound to notice, and they would kill my family if I did something wrong. If I said the wrong word, if I made the wrong movement. If my hands twitched in terror. The last one was unlikely, but there is nothing predictable or impossible when you're a part of the Mafia. Especially the boss.
We said our vows and we "partied", or so Lucian's parents called it. All we did was sit down and have dinner.
"May I be excused, I have to use the bathroom." I asked as I stood up.
Isabella sneered, "It's the lavatory. Not the bathroom."
"Yes, Rosa, you're excused." Lucian said, softly.
I nodded and walked out. In the hall, I ran into Lucian's older cousin, Cassian. "Oh, Rosaline, isn't it. I've been meaning to talk to you."
"Can you give me a minute please. I desperately need the bathroom." I smile while swaying slightly.
"Of course." He smiled and let me go.
I walked out of the bathroom, wiping my hands on my dress. They only hand dryers, and none of those are sanitary. And Isabella's the proper one, if she says something about me wiping my hands on my-
A hand clamped over my mouth and everything went dark.