Stop The Wedding

Iris POV.

With slouched posture and head lowered, she continued to stared at the floor quietly. Her hands fidgeting with the hem of her dress even more. From the frantic beating of her heart, I could tell she was nervous about something.

“Agnes? Do you really know where I can get my bracelet back? If you do please let me know. I really need to get it back” I asked again before lifting her chin up to stare into her eyes and in them I saw guilt, so much guilt and regret as tears had start to pool in them before spilling across her cheeks.

"I'm so sorry, Iris. Please forgive me” She cried, holding on to my hands but I couldn’t say a word as I was pretty much taken back by her unexpected reaction and she continued.

“I didn’t mean to take it” she said quietly, her voice barely a whisper.

I didn’t even know how to react. I knew she was the only one that had access to the room but I didn’t imagine she had taken it. What could have been her reason?

“Why did you take it? Did you know who