Husband by Penelope Skye

my balcony. I was in this fully, loyal to the end.
We moved up the rows until we stood at the front of the room, the glass windows behind us. A
thousand people were there, friends and acquaintances. Sofia had a large extended family, and I did
business with a lot of people.
Once everyone was seated, the music began.
The wedding party was small, so only a flower girl came down the aisle along with a few
bridesmaids. Then the wedding march began, and everyone rose to their feet. Instead of picking the
traditional wedding march, Sofia chose a quiet symphony, something with a dreamlike quality. It fit
her perfectly.
With her arm interlocked with her mother’s, she glided toward me like an angel without wings. Her
tight dress highlighted her hourglass frame, and the small veil in front of her face made her so
traditionally beautiful. The dress was low-cut in the front, showing her porcelain skin and a bit of her
womanly chest. The long train dragged behind her, brushing up against the rose petals that had been
sprinkled earlier.
Damien leaned into my ear and whistled quietly. “Damn. I think I get it now.”
My eyes never moved from her face, never moved from her outstanding beauty. She was divine,
commanding the envy of every single person in that room. The young men wanted to be her lover. The
women wanted to look like her. Everyone wanted something…because she was so magnetic.
And now she was mine.
When her mother arrived, she placed Sofia’s hand in mine.
I took an involuntary breath as the static moved through my veins. My fingers closed around hers
because I never wanted to let her go. Now that I had her, I wanted to bust my ass so she would never
leave.
I wanted her to love me…somehow.
I lifted the small veil from her face and looked at her, stared at her in a paralyzed state. And to my
joy, she smiled at me.
And it was fucking perfect.
I took her hands in mine.
Then married the woman I loved.