Sequel – 1
Ashley‘s pov
There was always something I loved about spring Whether it was the soft smell of the new blooming flowers or the way it always reminded me of a new beginning
And today was for sure a new beginning. I was getting married to the love of my life. “Okay Ash, you need to take a deep breath and calm down.” Rosalie urges while helping me tie the small white silk ribbon around my waist. “I‘ve never seen you so nervous.” Kimberly stated brushing her fingers through my curls. I laughed nervously and looked at my reflection in the mirror. “Can you blame me though? I‘m getting married.” It still felt unbelievable, unreal, like I was dreaming.
“I‘m getting married to the love of my life.” I breathed out.
I still remember the day when Blake had gone down on his knee and proposed to me. I thought I couldn‘t love him more but that day, I was proven wrong. Seems that everyday I spend with him, I fall more deeply for him than I thought I could.
After he had proposed and we went inside the house I had grown up in, we had gotten the cold. We were sick for five days, wearing the least pleasing clothes to keep us warm.
But we suffered together and dare I say it I loved every single second of it. That was a year ago. I had now since graduated from university while Blake had come back from being deployed a month ago
My green eyes scan my features through the mirror, the way the lace wedding dress fit me snugly like a glove complimented my figure. It was my mom‘s own, the one she wore when she married dad. I blinked back the tears. I looked beautiful.
“Blake‘s going to die when he sees you.” Rosalie laughs moving away from my back when she was doné.
“I hope not.” I laughed and they joined in.
The door opens and we snap our eyes in the direction. Mom‘s teary smile greets us as she rushes to me with open arms. “My baby is getting married.” She cries and pulls me into her arms.
“Hey careful there Mrs. Grey it took hours getting her hair to perfection.” Kimberly jokes.
Mom laughs and pulls away. Her palms reach up to touch my face. “You look beautiful baby.” A soft smile tugged at the corner of my mouth. “Thank you mom.”
“Did you have to grow so quickly?” She sniffles and wipes the skin underneath her eyes.
I swallow the lump in my throat, forcing myself not to cry. “Don‘t cry mom or you‘ll make me cry.” My voice cracks from the emotion.
Mom nods and giggles happily before turning to Rosalie. “Arden‘s been looking for you Rosa.”
Rosalie visibly stiffens before straightening her stance. “I couldn‘t see why he possibly wanted to see me.” She murmurs and turns away from us.
SLISTE
Rosalie and Arden have not spoken for an entire year. I know Arden has been reaching out to her but she refuses to see him.
As much as I see where she was coming from, I couldn’t help but think that she was making a
Those two couldn‘t be more different, yet when they were together it was like they were one.
They suit eachother and everyone could vouch that they are in love. Even though they were broken up, the love was still there.
“He looks desperate” Mom continues then stops when Rosalie looks uncomfortable Mom sighs in defeat.
“I don‘t care.” She waves off but when she turns back to face us, her cheeks are tinted with a fiery red. Honestly it was exhausting to see her fight this. She no doubt wanted Arden back as much as he wanted her. 1.
“Where‘s Avery?” I asked mom trying to get the attention away from Rosalie. Avery was my flower girl while Giovanni was the ring bearer.
Giovanni was aunty Daisy and uncle Niall‘s son who‘s four. He was the only child since aunty Daisy had struggled to conceive. 1
“She‘s with your dad. She‘s more excited than you are, almost like she was the one getting married. Poor Arster has been hiding from her because she‘s calling him her husband.” Mom
giggles.
An amused chuckle slips past my lips. Avery had a huge infatuation with Blake‘s younger brother, Arster, who‘s five years older than she is. Poor boy always seems to disappear when
she is around. 1
“Those two are definitely going to end up together in the future.” Rosalie laughs. 1
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