Separate Weddings, Separate Lives novel Chapter 11

The window rolled back up slowly, leaving nothing behind but a blur of white veil.

"Who were you talking to earlier?" Thaddeus asked.

Danica snapped out of it. She looked at him, then down at the bouquet in her hands. Louisa's name was at the tip of her tongue, but she didn't dare say it.

She was afraid that if he knew, he would open the door without thinking and run straight toward the wedding car across from them.

Danica could tell that Thaddeus loved Louisa. That much was obvious.

What she didn't understand was why he was marrying her. Maybe it really was about family. Marrying her meant securing the Watsons' support and a smoother path ahead.

"Teddy, look," she said instead. "The bride across from us gave me this bouquet. Isn't it beautiful?"

Thaddeus didn't answer. His eyes were still fixed on the opposite convoy. The windows were up now, and he couldn't see anything, yet he couldn't bring himself to look away.

As Danica lifted the bouquet toward him, Thaddeus lowered his gaze and went still.

Louisa's voice echoed in his head, clear as the day she had said it before the Destiny Stone.

"Thaddeus, we're making a vow today. From now on, I'll wait for you, lifetime after lifetime, until you come marry me with gerbera daisies in your hand."

He even asked her back then why she didn't choose roses like everyone else. She laughed and said gerbera daisies symbolized loyal love, like a couple holding each other up through life.

He remembered it, and he had even looked them up. Just days ago, he even told someone to order them.

"Who gave you these?" Thaddeus asked, a hint of anxiety in his tone. "Was it the bride across from us?"

Danica's thoughts were in complete disarray. She kept watching Thaddeus, and from the look on his face, she could tell that the bouquet in her hands clearly meant something different to him.

She swallowed hard, trying to force down her unease and rising panic, before finally squeezing out the word, "Yes."

The moment it left her mouth, she rushed to cover it up. "What kind of flowers are these anyway? I've never seen them before. They don't mean anything bad, do they?"

She didn't actually mean it, but once she said it, a chill crept up her spine.

What if it really was possible?

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