The rain had stopped by the time Jessie arrived, but the sky was still threatening. As soon as his carriage had appeared, I stepped out onto the balcony in my room.
My fiancé saw me standing there and whistled. I felt my neck and face growing red. I simply waved in his direction, before I disappeared out of sight.
Without saying a single word to my father, I allowed him to lead me down the isle to where Jessie Lafayette stood. Not many people had come to our wedding since most of my relatives and people that were my friends hated me. Jessie later had claimed that he did not have any relatives left, and his friends could not make it.
For the reason that Jessie had requested it, the ceremony was brief and there was no reception that followed. The words were said, the ring was slipped onto my finger, and he kissed me. Just to make my now husband happy, I moved my mouth with his.
It was dark when we went through the doors that he had threatened to kill me days before. John and Elizabeth were the happiest for us…for they had gone through the same thing we had only people did not know that they had killed her betrothed.
The four of us had a little party as it were, with dancing. My parents had said their goodbyes to me, and when I did not say anything to them, they went to bed for the night.
It was not until Jessie asked the question that I was in a happy mood. While we were dancing, he unexpectedly asked, “So, are you looking forward to our night together?”
“You know I do not love you right?” I asked him, trying to change the subject.
“You do not right now, but you will.”
“How can you be so sure of that?”
“For the reason that I am not William Castallono.”
“Do not get your hopes up,” I advised him.
“Do not get up yours up either,” he whispered.
“What is that supposed to mean?”
“Do not think that I will not want to be with you.”
How in the world did he know that I was hoping that he would not want to be with me so soon? Was it possible that I had said it aloud? No, I knew for a fact that I had not. I did not know what to think.
“Happy nineteenth birthday, Mrs. Lafayette,” Jessie said with an evil smile.