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Flashback "You know I love you, right?" King Philip whispered, that night as he rubbed Arabella's arm. They were sitting on their large bed. Arabella smiled uncomfortably. "I can't wait to have this baby with you." King Philip continued, rubbing her swollen stomach. Arabella coughed, climbing off the bed. The king jumped up, a frown on his face. "Bella, is everything alright?" He asked. Arabella grabbed her coat, putting it on. "I-I have to go." She said, putting her shoes on. "Did I say something wrong?" The king asked, his heart twisting in pain.

Meeting everyone at the chapel, Macy instantly takes her brother to help put together the dance floor for the rehearsal dinner. "Where is Beau?" Max asks. Macy rolls her eyes. "Chasing pussy I'm sure," she huffs under her breath. Max smirks with a shake of his head. "Are you going to be okay?" he lifts a brow in my direction. I nod, not sure what I'm going to do but I'm sure I can find something around here to help contribute. "She'll be fine. I need help decorating the pews." Becca steps from behind me, handing me a mason jar. I give a tightlipped smile and Max and his sister walk away.

Deeply. To be continued...

Forever growing. Together.

Chapter 15 Hannah's POV The neon lights of BGC began to blur into long, jagged streaks of electric blue and violet. The music wasn't just something we heard anymore; it was a physical pulse vibrating through the soles of my feet and the glass in my hand. ​By the third round of drinks, the "no Cromwell" rule had been replaced by a chaotic, loud celebration of total recklessness.

"Don't mind him, babe. Just one more year." "Yeah, let's go home. I've completely lost my appetite." I sulked, pulling her towards the exit.

A week later, Drew reminded her that it’s his birthday on next week’s Wednesday. Alena was starting to feel better and she’s looking forward to his birthday. She asked what flavor he would like but he asked her to surprise him. Alena turned to Carl to ask him when his birthday is. It’s still four months away. Then, while waiting for their food. She quizzed them on things they like, so she can incorporate them on the cake and its decorations. They like fruits, especially mangoes. Alena thought she can use mangoes to flavor the cake, or use them as toppings. Or maybe as fillings. Vanilla and chocolate are good as well. They seem to like sweets, except candies.

“Let us go prepare our shroud.” Yes, I thought back, my fingers tightening around the handle of the basket. Let’s go get our mask.