09

There was a wedding at the Basilica of the Sacred Heart. The bride was Jeff's sister Cady. She was very pretty with ocean blue eyes and curly hair that fell in ringlets. I wondered how on earth she was related to Jeff. Her dress was of simple design. It had long lace sleeves and a V-line neckline with a very short train. It fit the small bodied bride perfectly. As the cute couple exchanged vows, I found myself thinking of Noah then chastised myself since the only person that was supposed to be on my mind was my beloved Henry. If I had to imagine myself in that altar, it should be him to slip a ring into my finger. Marriage to Noah was only a dream and dreams don’t last forever. Although everyone is allowed to dream, there comes a time when you have to wake up and face reality.

After the kiss between the bride and groom, Jeff placed his fat hand on my folded ones on my lap. I inwardly cringed but smiled at him. “You look beautiful when you smile,” he told